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'Disy, Disy! I can't afford a kerridge. But you'll look neat, on the seat Of a bicycle mide for two.' DIZZY DIZZY I CAN'T AFFORD A CARRIAGE BUT YOU'LL LOOK NEAT ON THE SEAT OF A BICYCLE MADE FOR TWO
wopanny 'ang for all them blokes; I'm quite 'appy, an' I don't want anythin' else.' 'I can see you're my daughter now,' said Mrs. Kemp. 'When yer used ter round on me I used ter think as 'ow if I 'adn't carried yer for nine months, it must 'ave been some mistike, an' yer wasn't my daughter at all. When you come ter think of it, a man 'e don't know if it's 'is child or somebody else's, but yer can't deceive a woman like thet. Yer couldn't palm off somebody else's kid on 'er.' 'I am beginnin' ter feel quite lively,' said Liza. 'I dunno wot it is, but I feel as if I wanted to laugh till I fairly split my sides.' And she began to sing: 'For 'e's a jolly good feller--for 'e's a jolly good feller!' Her dress was all disarranged; her face covered with the scars of scratches, and clots of blood had fixed under her nose; her eye had swollen up so that it was nearly closed, and red; her hair was hanging over her face and shoulders, and she laughed stupidly and leered with heavy, sodden ugliness.  SHE FLOURISHED THE BOTTLE I DON'T CARE A TWOPENNY ANG FOR ALL THEM BLOKES I'M QUITE HAPPY AND I DON'T WANT ANYTHING ELSE I CAN SEE YOU'RE MY DAUGHTER NOW SAID MISSUS KEMP WHEN HE USED TO ROUND ON ME I USED TO THINK AS THOUGH IF I HADN'T CARRIED YOU FOR NINE MONTHS IT MUST HAVE BEEN SOME MISTAKE AND HE WASN'T MY DAUGHTER AT ALL WHEN YOU COME TO THINK OF IT A MAN HE DON'T KNOW IF IT'S HIS CHILD OR SOMEBODY ELSE'S BUT YOU CAN'T DECEIVE A WOMAN LIKE THAT YOU COULDN'T PALM OFF SOMEBODY ELSE'S KID ON HER I AM BEGINNING TO FEEL QUITE LIVELY SAID LIZA I DUNNO WHAT IT IS BUT I FEEL AS IF I WANTED TO LAUGH TILL I FAIRLY SPLIT MY SIDES AND SHE BEGAN TO SING FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLER FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLER HER DRESS WAS ALL DISARRANGED HER FACE COVERED WITH SCARS OF SCRATCHES AND CLOTS OF BLOOD HAD FIXED UNDER HER NOSE HER EYE HAD SWOLLEN UP SO THAT IT WAS NEARLY CLOSED AND RED HER HAIR WAS HANGING OVER HER FACE AND SHOULDERS AND SHE LAUGHED STUPIDLY AND LEERED WITH HEAVY SODDEN UGLINESS
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