Looked asklent and unco' skeigh, Vowed he'd gar James stand abeigh: Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! John he nayther ramps nor roars, Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Soft gans hame and writes in "Fors"— Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Writes, and wi' ae critic-puff Blaws James oot, like can'le snuff: Sweers in Art he's just a muff! Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Englan' heurs and rubs her ee, Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! "Just as I had guessed," quo' she: Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! No so James. He to the Judge Cries, "John he ca's my noketurns 'fudge': That's a lee—spoke in a grudge." Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Ca' up Michael! Ca' up Moore!
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