I'll zAc na moor--zaw, fore well! [Footnote: Fare ye well.]
HANNAH VERRIOR.
Tha zAc I'm maz'd,--my Husband's dead,
My chile, (hush! hush! Lord love er face!)
Tha pit-hawl had at Milemas, when
ThAc put me in theA¤ze pooA¤t-hawl place.
ThAc zAc I'm maz'd.--I veel--I thenk---
I tAck--I ate, an oten drenk.--
Tha _thenk_, a-mAc-be, zumtimes, _peel_--
An gee me stra vor bed an peel!
ThAc zAc I'm maz'd.--Hush! Babby, dear!
ThAc shan't come to er!--niver fear!
ThAc zAc thy Father's dead!--Naw, naw!
A'll niver die while I'm belaw.
ThAc zAc I'm maz'd.--Why dwont you speak?
Fie James!--or else my hort ool break!--
James _is_ not dead! nor Babby!--naw!
ThAc'll niver die while I'm belaw!
REMEMBRANCE.
An shall I drap tha Reed--an shall I,
Athout one nawte about my SALLY?
Althaw we Pawets Acll be zingers,
We like, wi' enk, ta dye our vingers;
Bit mooA¤st we like in vess ta pruv
That we remimber those we love.
Sim-like-it than, that I should iver
Vorgit my SALLY.
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