38 ''CRAMMER'S CAT AND OURS:' 



They maake such dismal noises when they're fighting, 

 Such scrowHng, and such tearing, and such biting." 

 " Count ev'ry cat," says Jinny, " 'round and 'round ; 

 Iss, rams and yaws, theer caan't be twenty found." 

 " We'll caall 'em twenty, mother, ef 'twill do ; 

 Shut all the cats, say I ; let's have my stew." 

 " No, Jimmy, no ! — no stew to-night, 

 'Tell all the cats es counted right." 

 " Heere goes," said Jim ; " lev Crammer's cat go fust 

 (Of all the thievish cats, he es the wust). 

 You knaw Mai Digry's cat, he's nither black nor blue, 

 But howsomever, he's a cat, and that maakes two ; 

 Theer's that theer short-tailed cat, and she's a he. 

 Short tail or long now, mother, that maakes three ; 

 Theer's that theer grayish cat what stawl the flour, 

 Hee's theere, I s'pose, and that, you knaw^ maakes fower; 

 Trevenen's black es theere, ef he's alive, 

 Now, mother, doan't 'ee see, why, that maakes five ; 

 That no-tailed cat, that wance was uncle Dick's, 

 He's sure theere to-night, and that maakes six ; 

 That tabby cat you gove to Ceorgey Bevan, 

 I knaw his yowl — he's theere, and that maakes seven ; 

 That sickly cat we had, cud ait no mait, 

 She's up theere too to-night, and she maakes 'ight ; 

 That genteel cat, you knaw, weth fur so fine. 

 She's surely theere, I s'pose, and that maakes nine ; 

 Tom Avery's cat es theere, they caall un Ben, 

 A reg'lar fighter he, and he maakes ten ; 

 The ould maid's cat, ]\Iiss Jinkin broft from Devon, 

 I s'pose she's theere, and that, you knaw, maakes 'leven ; 

 Theere's Crace Penrose's cat, got chets, 'tes awnly two, 

 And they're too young to fight as yet ; so they waan't do. 

 Iss, 'leven's all that I can mind. 

 Not more than 'leven you waan't find ; 

 So lev me have my supper, mother, 

 And let the cats ait one another." 

 " No, Jimmy, no ! 

 It shaan't be so ; 



