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POEMS OF RURAL LIFE.

HIS SISTER.

           He thump’d en down,
As if he’d het en into ground.

RACKETÈN JOE.

Heigh! heigh! Look here! the vier is out.

HIS SISTER.

How he do knock the tongs about!

FANNY.

Now theäre’s his whip-nob, plum
Upon the teäble vor a drum;

HIS SISTER.

An’ there’s a dent so big’s your thumb.

RACKETÈN JOE.

My hat’s awore so quaer.

HIS SISTER.

’Tis quaer enough, but not wi’ wear;
But dabs an’ dashes he do bear.

RACKETÈN JOE.

The zow!

HIS SISTER.

     What now?

RACKETÈN JOE.

            She’s in the plot
A-routèn up the flower knot
Ho! Towzer! Here, rout out the zow,
Heigh! here, hie at her. Tiss!

THE DOG.

            Wowh! wow!

HIS SISTER.

How he do rant and roar,
An’ stump an’ stamp about the vloor,
An’ swing, an’ slap, an’ slam the door!