  "Bridget," asked the mistress, "whatever is the matter, Nothing ready for our lunch excepting pancake batter? Why, I invited guests to come for lunch at half-past one, And they've been waiting all this time and yet there's nothing done." "Well, mum," replied Miss Bridget, "the fault is all your own, For split pea soup you ordered and, workin' here alone, It's took me just two hours while tryin' just to split Three hundred of these blarsted peas, which give me most a fit, And as there's still three hundred, 'twill take two hours more |
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