It's 'Oh, Mrs.
Dawson, I _am_ so thirsty, a glass of your good cider, please, and a little hay and water for Deersfoot.' That's her way, bless your silly heart! _She_ ain't dry; and Deersfoot, he's full of beans, and his coat's like satin; but that's Miss Mary's way of letting me know that she's my customer, and nobody else's in the town.

God bless her, and send her many happy days with the man of her heart, and that is Walter Clifford, for she is just as fond of him as he is of her.

I seen it all from the first day.

'Twas love at first sight, and still a-growing to this day.

Them old fogies may tear each other to pieces, but they won't part such lovers as those.