You axt I tother dAc ta zing a zong: now I dwont much like
zum o' thAc zongs that I hired thic night at squire Reevs's when we
made an end o' HAc-corrin: vor, zim ta I, there war naw moril to
'em. I like zongs wi' a moril to 'em. Tha nawtes, ta be shower,
war zAct anow, bit, vor Acll that, I war looking vor tha moril, mAcm.
Zo, when I cum'd whim, I tawld our Pall, that you axt I ta zing:
an I war zorry Acterward that I did'n, bin you be Aclways zo desperd
good ta poor vowk. Bit I thawt, a-mAc-be, you mid be angry wi' my
country lidden. Why Teddy, zed Pall, dwontye zend Miss Hanson thic
zong which ye made yerzel; I thenk ther is a moril in thic. An zo,
mAcm, nif you please, I a zent tha zong. I haup you'll vorgee me.
MAcm, your humble sarvant,
TEDDY BAND.
ZONG.
I have a cot o' Cob-wAcll
Roun which tha ivy clims;
My Pally at tha night-vAcll
Er crappin viA"r trims.
A comin vrom tha plow-veel
I zee tha blankers rise,
Wi' blue smauk cloudy curlin,
An whivering up tha skies.
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