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1882 Traducida1882 Good morning, young master, it's 1882 your mother is hungry, what will you do? there is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs but I warn you, don't take it from them your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed so get up, young master, shake your sleepy head "darling son, I am dying, and I leave it to you I'm leaving, tell me, what did I do?" you'll be tarred, you'll be feathered, you'll be hung like a ham and I warn you, don't do it, young man i own a sheepfarm. i own a sheepfarm. i'm dying, tell me, what did I do?