Says to thessén naw doubt "what a man a beä

sewer-loy!"

Fur they knaws what I beän to Squoire sin fust a coom'd to the 'All;

I done moy duty by Squoire an' I done moy duty boy hall.

XV.

Squoire's i' Lunnon, an' summun I reckons 'ull

'a to wroite,

For whoä's to howd the lond ater meä thot

muddles ma quoit ;

Sartin-sewer I beä, thot a weänt niver give it to

Joänes,

Naw, nor a moänt to Robins-a niver rembles the

stoäns.

XVI.

But summun 'ull come ater meä mayhap wi' 'is

kittle o' steäm

Huzzin' an' maäzin' the blessed feälds wi' the

Divil's oän teäm.

Sin' I mun doy I mun doy, thaw loife they says

is sweet,

But sin' I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abeär

to see it.

XVII.

What atta stannin' theer fur, an' doesn bring ma

the aäle?

Doctor's a 'toättler, lass, an a's hallus i' the owd

taäle;

I weänt break rules fur Doctor, a knaws naw

moor nor a floy;

Git ma my aäle I tell tha, an' if I mun doy I

mun doy.

NORTHERN FARMER.

NEW STYLE.

I.

OSN'T thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as

they canters awaäy?

Proputty, proputty, proputty-that's

what I 'ears 'em saäy.

Proputty, proputty, proputty-Sam, thou's an ass

for thy paaïns:

Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy

braaïns.

II.

Woä-theer's a craw to pluck wi' tha, Sam: yon's

parson's 'ouse

Dosn't thou knaw that a man mun be eäther a

man or a mouse?

Time to think on it then; for thou'll be twenty

to weeäk.1

Proputty, proputty-woä then woä-let ma 'ear

mysén speäk.

III.

Me an' thy muther, Sammy, 'as beän a-talkin' o'

thee;

Thou's been talkin' to muther, an' she beän a

tellin' it me.

Thou'll not marry for munny-thou's sweet upo'

parson's lass

Noä-thou'll marry for luvv-an' we boäth on us

thinks tha an ass.

IV.

Seeä'd her todaäy goä by-Saäint's-daäy-they

was ringing the bells.

She's a beauty thou thinks-an' soä is scoors o'

gells,

1 This week.

Them as 'as munny an' all-wot's a beauty?-the

flower as blaws.

But proputty, proputty sticks, an' proputty, pro

putty graws.

V.

Do'ant be stunt:1 taäke time: I knaws what

maäkes tha sa mad.

Warn't I craäzed fur the lasses mysén when I wur a lad?

But I knaw'd a Quaäker feller as often 'as towd ma this:

"Doänt thou marry for munny, but goä wheer

munny is!"

VI.

An' I went wheer munny war: an' thy mother

coom to 'and,

Wi' lots o' munny laaïd by, an' a nicetish bit o'

land.

Maäybe she warn't a beauty:-I niver giv it a

thowt

1 Obstinate.