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Why, I'm a-gettèn rid ov ev'ry goose An' goslèn I've a-got: an' what is woose, I fear that I must zell my little cow.

Those do they couer with the woose and the wiedes of the sea tempered together.

And the liver by its heat, draweth woose and juice and turneth it into blood, and serveth the body and members therewith, to the use of feeding.