Thenk not, bin I ood be tha fashion,
That I, ZIR, write theA¤ze DedicAction;
I write, I haup I dwon't offend.
Bin I be proud ta cAcll You FRIEND.
I here ston vooA¤th, alooA¤n unbidden
To 'muse you wi' my country lidden;--
Wi' remlet's o' tha Saxon tongue
That to our Gramfers did belong.
Vor Aill it is a little thing,
Receave it--Friendship's offering--
Ta pruv, if pruf I need renew,
That I esteem not lightly YOU.
THE FAREWELL.
A longful time zunz I this vust begun!
One little tootin moor and I a done.
"One little tootin moor!--Enough,
Vor once, we've had o' jitchy stuff;
Thy lidden to a done 'tis time!
Jitch words war niver zeed in rhyme!"
Vorgee me vor'm.--Goo little Reed!
Aforn tha vawk an vor me plead:
Thy wild nawtes, mAc-be, thAc ool hire
Zooner than zActer vrom a _lyre_.
ZAc that, _thy mA¤ester's pleas'd ta blaw 'em,
An haups in time thAc'll come ta knaw 'em;
An nif zaw be thAc'll please ta hear
A'll gee zum moor another year.
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