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What, continued aunt Kate,
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It's the thoro'bred Currah-cut, ma'am,
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And mighty cool wearing, I'll be bail,
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Does he call that hair-cutting?
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That, and nothing but it, quietly retorted Bob, passing his hand over his head;
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The young gentlemen look elegant,
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I'm told it's all the go, ma'am,
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Wait! said my aunt, with suppressed rage;
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Tony Knowlan the murder came out. A hearty laugh ensured our pardon, and Mikey Brian's; and the story of the
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was often told, as the means by which