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An’ she didn’t not solidly meän I wur gawin’ that waäy to the bad,
Fur the gell20 a was as howry a trollope as iver traäpes’d i’ the squad.
Fur the gell20 a was as howry a trollope as iver traäpes’d i’ the squad.
But Moother was free of ’er tongue, as I offens ’ev tell’d ’er mysen,
Sa I kep i’ my chair, fur I thowt she was nobbut a-rilin’ ma then.
Sa I kep i’ my chair, fur I thowt she was nobbut a-rilin’ ma then.
An’ I says ‘ I’d be good to tha, Bess, if tha’d onywaäys let ma be good,’
But she skelpt ma haäfe ower i’ the chair, an’ screeäd like a Howl gone wud21—
But she skelpt ma haäfe ower i’ the chair, an’ screeäd like a Howl gone wud21—
‘Ya mun run fur the lether.22 Git oop, if ya’re onywaäys good for owt.’
And I says ‘If I beänt noäwaäys—not nowadaäys—good fur nowt—
And I says ‘If I beänt noäwaäys—not nowadaäys—good fur nowt—
