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I sing a bit, and I piped up with the newest thing from the music halls, "Tyke Me Back to Blighty." Here it is: Tyke me back to dear old Blighty, Put me on the tryne for London town, Just tyke me over there And drop me anywhere, Manchester, Leeds, or Birmingham, I don't care. I want to go see me best gal; Cuddlin' up soon we'll be, Hytey iddle de eyety.
As it is, we've left the car at a little 'Temperance Tavern' in S'rewsbury, kep' by a Methodist widder, 'oo thinks such new-fangled inventions sinful an' only consented to take charge on account o' the Prophet Elijer a-going up to 'Eaven in a fiery chariot an' come on 'ere by tryne." Lynette looked at the man in silence. She even repeated after him, rather dully: "You came on here by train?"
Excitedly Kirkwood touched the man's arm with a detaining hand. "Boat-train?" he gasped, pointing at the board. "Left ten minutes ago, thank you, sir." "Wel-l, but...! Of course I can get another train at Tilbury?" "For yer boat? No, sir, thank you, sir. Won't be another tryne till mornin', sir." "Oh-h!..." Aimlessly Kirkwood drifted away, his mind a blank.
THE YOUNG MAN: I have always loved poetry. I can remember to this day the first poem I ever learned by heart. It was "Evangeline." JULIE: That's a fib. THE YOUNG MAN: Did I say "Evangeline"? I meant "The Skeleton in Armor." JULIE: I'm a low-brow. But I can remember my first poem. It had one verse: Parker and Davis Sittin' on a fence Tryne to make a dollar Outa fif-teen cents.
I've got to catch that ship!" Old Bob wagged his head in slow negation; young William lifted his. "There's a rylewye runs by Woolwich," he ventured. "Yer might tyke tryne an' go to Sheerness, sir. Yer'd be positive o' passin' 'er if she didn't syle afore 'igh-tide. 'Ire a boat at Sheerness an' put out an' look for 'er." "How far's Woolwich?" Kirkwood demanded instantly.
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