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RespectMly dedicated to my ill used, long ear'd friend. 



Some fowk choose one thing, some another. 



To grace ther prose or rhyme ;- 

 Some sneeriu say 'at tha'rt my brother 



Maks me choose thee for mine, — 

 Well, let 'em sneer owd Neddy lad, 



Or laff at my selection, 

 Who fail to see ther type i' thee 



Are void o* mich perception. — 

 Ther's moor things stupid nor an ass. 



An' moor things badly treated, 

 Tho we ait beef, an' tha aits gi-ass, 



May be we're just related, — 

 Throo toil an' trouble on tha jogs, 



An' then Uke ony sinner, 

 Tha dee's, an' finds a meal for th' dogs;— 



We fui'nish th' worms ther dinner. 



'Deemas an' 'Becca used to keep "th Cock an' Bottle" i' awr street; — they'd 

 lived thear iver sin th' haase wor built, an' won ivery body's gooid word 'at wom't 

 particlar abaght a tup o' drink. One day they sent aght invitashuns to all ther neighbors 

 an' friends to come to a tea drinkin. Nivermindiftherwor'ntarumpusi' that district, 

 th' chaps winked when they met one another an' said "aw reckon tha'll be at yond doo ? ' ' 

 ' Aw mean to be nowt else" they'd reply, an away they'd goa i' joyfiil anticipation ov 

 a reight spree. But th' women ! Hi! that's it.!— its th' women ats' th' life an' soul ov 

 a jollificashun yet. They wor buzzin abaght just like a lot o' bees, fluttrin aght o' one 

 door into another to see what soa an soa wor gooin in. 



" What sooai-t of a bonnet are ta gooin in Zantippa ? said Susan Stooanthrow, (or 

 rayther aw should say Miss Stooanthrow for shoo thowt hersen th' lady o'th' ginnel) 



Well awve nut made up mi mind yet, shoo says, but aw had thowt aw should 

 goa aw hardly know ha; — but what does ta think o gooin in? 



Well aw suppooas its to be a varry spicey affair, soa aw had thowt aw should goa 

 i full dress; — ^yo see being a single young woman an rayther a stylish shape aw thowt it 

 ud just suit me, — What do yo think? 



Just the vany ticket lass, — tha couldnt do better, — for as awve mony a time said 

 to Betty Wagstang, thers noa body con mak up a mooar lady-like appearance nor what 

 tha con when thas a mind; — but talkin abaght Betty, — has ta seen that new cap ohers? 



Does ta mean that shoo bowt up th street tother wick? 



