Her elbows were ready. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. "If I could work as fast as you, I might afford to be as idle. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed.
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