. Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there . in-rill, I set it in a blaze;And thence they make a stuff they call Rowlands Macassar-Oil—Yet twopence-halfpenny is all They give me for my toil. But I ivas thinking of a wayTo feed ones self on batter,169 THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS And so go on from day to day Getting a little shook him well fro)n side to side, Until his face ivas blue,Come, tell me how you live, I cried, And what it is you do! He said, I hunt for haddocks eyes Among the heather bright,And work them into ivaistcoat-buttons In the silent these I do not
. Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there . in-rill, I set it in a blaze;And thence they make a stuff they call Rowlands Macassar-Oil—Yet twopence-halfpenny is all They give me for my toil. But I ivas thinking of a wayTo feed ones self on batter,169 THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS And so go on from day to day Getting a little shook him well fro)n side to side, Until his face ivas blue,Come, tell me how you live, I cried, And what it is you do! He said, I hunt for haddocks eyes Among the heather bright,And work them into ivaistcoat-buttons In the silent these I do not sell for gold Or coin of silvery shine,But for a copper halfpenny, And that will purchase nine. I sometimes dig for buttered rolls, Or set limed twigs for crabs ;I sometimes search the grassy knolls For wheels of thats the ivay (he gave a wink) By which I get my wealth—And very gladly will I drink Your Honors noble health. I heard him then, for I had just Completed my designTo keep the Menai bridge from rustBy boiling it in *41 shook him well from side to side,Until his face was blue
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