And jest when I was lookin' forward to luxury and palaces in England, and everything so grand!
We'll suppose yet a while, anyhow, as how he's a lookin' arter us.
I had a peep at him in the stall, an' he's lookin' purty fit.
And he stood there lookin', and he says to me: 'No, Katy, that is a graveyard.'
I wanth t' get away from here,' says she, lookin' over the hills. '