FARMER DOBBIN AGAIN 



IV 



I know what lois is, for Oi've lived long enough. 

 We mun talc' as it comes, baith the smooth and the 



rough ; 

 What ! sloice off the Vale ? Why Oi'd welly as lief 

 Have the fat aw cut off from moi Sunday roast-beef. 



For our Parliament men it wur aw mighty fine 

 To score the owd county in two wi' a loin ; 

 Four members, aw reet uns, they say, to give maith, 

 Two for the North end and two for the Saith ; 



VI 



But this new-fangled split — now, I tell 'em aw four, 

 If they bean't plump agen it I'll back 'em no more ; 

 Sir Philip himsel', nor his brother staits/w^/;, 

 They shall nere catch a vote from owd Dobbin agen. 



VII 



What say crack sportsmen ? Squoir Tollemache ? 



Squoir Glegg ? ^ 



S Squoir Dixon, the longest of aw in the leg ? V 



^ What says Squoir Geoffrey ? — a mon of some weight. 

 One who hears pratty 'cute when there's mischief 

 agate. 



VIII 



And them two little birds that floy, hopping the twig, 

 What think brother Cissy and Guss o' this rig ? 

 Has your huntsman been tould what a loss will befall 



him ? 

 And what says your poet, low-rate, as you call him ? 



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