Nay, 'twill be an hour till I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest natured cur that lives; my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, ...
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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), Sat 26 Oct 1844, Page 4
It's easy and takes two shakes of a lamb's tail!
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