To save—to ruin—to curse—to bless—

As even its minted coins express,

Now stamp’d with the image of Good Queen Bess,

And now of a bloody Mary.

Northern Farmer: New Style

By Alfred Tennyson

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Dosn’t thou ‘ear my ‘erse’s legs, as they canters awaäy,

Proputty, proputty, proputty—that’s what I ‘ears ’em saäy.

Proputty, proputty, proputty—Sam, thou’s an ass for thy paäins,