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Missis Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane, . Now who was the man you were cuddling in the lane? He'd long wiry whiskers all hanging from his chin." "Twas only Pat McGinty's goat, " she answer'd with a grin. Then she went away from the village in disgrace, She came back with powder and paint upon her face.