restrain'd Irish Rail

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                        'tiz true
                           i sat
                      front face'd
                         beauty
          and i shall not miss the beat
                          say'n
              "thuh Blessing indeed"

                    and i without
                 i without contract
                     stroll'd hern
                    visible sheath

              Her stout mitt's digits
                      mine eyne
                   latch'd absent
            All ten held with careful
                    the McIntosh
                     Their thick
                         to it’s
                      crimson’d 
                          full

                      Hern eyne
                gazed 'bout mine
                         whilst
               mine think travel'd
                      elsewhere

                        her coy
                        relaxed

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