TOM GOOL, AND LUCK IN THA BAG.
"Luck, Luck in tha Bag! Good Luck!
Put in an try yer fortin;
Come, try yer luck in tha Lucky Bag!
You'll git a prize vor sartin."
MooA¤st plazen hAc their customs
Ther manners an ther men;
We too a got our customs,
Our manners and our men.
He who a bin ta Huntspill FAcyer
Or Highbridge--Pawlet Revel--
Or Burtle Sassions, whaur thAc plAc
Zumtimes tha very devil,
Mist mine once a man well
That war a cAcll'd TOM GOOL;
Zum thawt en mazed, while withers thawt
En moor a knave than fool.
At all tha fAcyers an revels too
TOM GOOL war shower ta be,
A tAckin vlother vast awAc,--
A hoopin who bit he.
Vor' Acll that a had a zoort o' wit
That zet tha vawk a laughin;
An mooA¤st o' that, when ho tha yal
Ad at tha fAcyer bin quaffin.
A corr'd a kit o' pedlar's waur,
Like awld _Joannah Martin_;
[Footnote: This Lady, who was for many years known in
Somersetshire as an itinerant dealer in earthenware, rags, &c.
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