His head war left--the head o' Jan
Who lov'd hiz Fanny za well;
An a bizzy gossip, as gossips be
Who've work o' ther awn bit vrom it vlee,
To Fanny went ta tell.
She hirn'd, she vleed ta meet tha man
Who corr'd er dear Jan's head:
An when she zeed en Acll blood an gaur,
She drapp'd down speechless jist avaur,
As thauf she had bin dead.
Poor Fanny com'd ta erzel again,
Bit her senses left her vor iver!
An all she zed, ba dAc or night--
Vor sleep it left her eye-lids quite--
War, "why did he goo in the cawld ta shiver?--
Niver, O Jan! sholl I zee the, niver!"
[Footnote: See a letter by Edward Band, on this subject, in the
prose pieces.]
JERRRY NUTTY; OR THE MAN OF MORK.
Awa wi' Acll yer tales o' grief,
An dismal storry writin;
A mAc-be zumthin I mAc zing
Ool be as much delightin.
Zumtime agoo, bevaur tha moors
War tin'd in, lived at Mork
One JERRY NUTTY--spry a war;
A upp'd avaur the lork.
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