Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . mowt a taaen young Robins — a niver mended a fence:But godamoighty a moost taake mea an taake ma nowWi aaf the cows to cauve an Thumaby hoalms to plow! 34© Northern Iarnier. Loook ow quoloty smoiles when they seeiis ma a passin boy,Says to thessen naw doubt what a man a bea sewerloy !Fur they knaws what I bean to Squoire sin fust a coomd to the All;I done moy duty by Squoire an I done moy duty boy hall. Squoires i Lunnon, an summun I reckons ull a to wroite,For whoas to howd thelond atermeathot muddles ma quoit;Sartin-sewer I bea, thot a weant niver give
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . mowt a taaen young Robins — a niver mended a fence:But godamoighty a moost taake mea an taake ma nowWi aaf the cows to cauve an Thumaby hoalms to plow! 34© Northern Iarnier. Loook ow quoloty smoiles when they seeiis ma a passin boy,Says to thessen naw doubt what a man a bea sewerloy !Fur they knaws what I bean to Squoire sin fust a coomd to the All;I done moy duty by Squoire an I done moy duty boy hall. Squoires i Lunnon, an summun I reckons ull a to wroite,For whoas to howd thelond atermeathot muddles ma quoit;Sartin-sewer I bea, thot a weant niver give it to Joanes,Naw, nor a moant to Robins — a niver rembles the stoans. But summun nil come ater meamayhap wi is kittle o steamHuzzin an maazin the blessed fealds wi the Divils oan I mun doy I mun doy, thaw loife they says is sweet,But sin I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abear to see it. Northern Fanner. 341 What atta stailniu tlieer fur, an doesii bring ma the aale?Doctors a toattler, lass, an as hallus i the owd taale;. GIT MA MY AALE I TKLL THA. I weant break rules fur Doctor, a knaws naw moor nor a floy ;Git ma my aale I tell tha, an if I mun doy I mun doy. NORTHERN FARMER. NEW STYI, DoSNT thou ear my erses legs, as they canters awaay ?Proputty, proputty, proputty—thats what I ears em , proputty, proputty—Sam, thous an ass for thy paains :Theers moor sense i one o is legs nor in all thy braains. — theers a craw to pluck wi tha Sam : yons parsons ouse —Dosnt thou knaw that a man mun be eather a man or a mouse ?Time to think on it then ; for thou11 be twenty to weeak. ^Proputty, proputty—-woa then woa — let ma ear mysen speak. an thy muther, Sammy, as beiin a-talkin o thee;Thous bean talkin to muther, an she bean a tellin it me. 1 This week. (342) Northern Farmer. 343 Thoull not marry for munny — thous sweet upo parsons lass —Noa — thoull marry for luvv — an we boath on us thinks tha an ass. Seead her todaay goa
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