Vulgar words in Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II. (Page 1)
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Then Cried a fair woman of the better sort To Howard, passing by her pannier'd ass, 'Apples, Lord Admiral, good captains all, Look you, red apples sharp and sweet are these,' Quoth he a little chafed, 'Let be, let be, No time is this for bargaining, good dame.