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. |