says: "Mr Buckmaster may be a very very clever man." 'e says, "but I bet 'e ain't as clever as that." Ha ha! Aaar.

Old Jack was out again last week y'know, 'elpin' me wi' my diggin'. I never seed a robin like 'im. Ev'ry time I turns up a worm 'e's on 'im, like that. 'E 'ad seventeen worms one morning. I thought 'e was gonna bust 'isself, but 'e just sat up on the wall and singed at me. One of 'em pulled 'im right over when 'e got 'old of it, but 'e lugged it out all right. Ha ha. I never seed a robin like 'im. Then 'e never come for about four days. I reckon 'e must a-been a-courtin'. I says to 'im: "Jack," I says, "if you ain't a bit more regular," I says, "I shall 'ave to give you your cards," I says. But 'e just sat up on the wall and singed at me. I never seed a robin like 'im. I'm goin' to sing to yer now.

As I was a-drivin' my wagon one day,
I met a young maiden so buxom an' gay.
I says to her: "Sweetheart would you like a ride?"
And this buxom young maiden got up by my si-ide,

And Dobbin and Daisy looked round for to see
With a riddle-me riddle-me riddle-me ree.
  I put my arms roun' her and kissed 'er brown 'air
An' I felt 'er 'eart beat like a bird in the snare.
Then it seemed like my 'orses was right off the ground
And the wheels they stood still an' the wagon went rou-ound

And Dobbin and Daisy looked round for to see
With a riddle-me riddle-me riddle-me riddle-me
Riddle-me riddle-me riddle-me ree.


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