Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Bring up Wills—he's kenned before! Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Midmay Michael's ta'en his stan', Moore and Wills say Whistler' gran', Nae better work done in this lan': Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Now bring Jones—let's hear his min': Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Out spake he: "Jim's work's rale fine," Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! "An' were't like Titian's here or mine, A' this or that, I'd no decline To say they're rather like muneshine." Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! Run in Frith. Says he: "Dear me!" Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! "For my pairt here's nowt like me:" Ha, ha, the viewin' o't! "Nothing is like nature here.
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