Aye! Ey tould tha afore that tha jobb wor a done, That tha'd'st find out tha odds 'ate, so shoor as a gun; But tha' wouds'nt hark to ma for doubting, for why That beshoor, that tha knowd'st 'en mooch better than Ey; But Ey knaw'd tha good trem 'ane befour tha's't a got 'en; Ey cou'd tell tha a mashes of stoareys about en; But tha' aanserds't soa heytish and shrinkt up tha noaz: 'A gissing 'twor greeat stromming leys Ey sopoaz! But there's one of es praenks Ey shall aleweays remembar 'Twill be three years agone coam tha eighth of Novembar, Ey'd two pretty young Mabjers as eyes cu'd behould, So fat as tha Botar; jest iteen wiks ould, Tha wor picking about in tha Tewn plaace for meat, Soa Ey hov downe sum Pillas amongst mun to eat: When who but your man comd a tott'ring along Soa drunk, that Ey thoft fath, ad fale in tha dung! 'A left tomble 'es Hoggan-bag jest by tha doar, Soa I caled to tha man as one wud to be shoor, Sez Ey, Martyn! dust hire Cheeld! teak up tha bag, "Arrea" sez a, "for whoat beest a caleing me Dog?" And dreev'd forth toweards ma, nar bettar nar wuss Nack'd the Mabjers boath steff, we a gaert mawr o' fuss; Ley'k enow ef Ey hadnt shov'd haastis awaey A'd a done as a ded to Jan Rous t'oather daey, When a gote en eis tantrums, a wilfull ould Devel, A slam'd tha poor Soal on tha head we a Yevel; Fath and Soal than un Gracey ef so bee a doent aelter Ey bleev e ma conshance el swing en a haelter. GREACEY. When tha Leker es runn'd awaey every drap 'Tis too late to ba thenking of plugging the Tap, And marridge must goa as the Loard do ordean, But a Passon wud swear to ba used so Cheeld Vean. Had Ey smilt out tha coose 'ane but neyne weeks ago Ey'd never a had tha ould Vellan Ey know, But a vowd and a swear'd that if Ey'd by hes weyf That Ey naver shud lack ale tha daeys o' ma leyf; And a broft me a Nakin and Corn saave from Preen; En ma conshance thoft Ey, Ey shall leve leyk a Queen. But 'tes plaguey provoking, od rat es ould head! To be pooted and flopt soa! Ey wish a war dead. Why a spent haafe es fangings laast Saterday neyt, Leyk enow by this teym 'tes gone every dyte. But Ey'll tame tha ould Devel, afor et es long, Ef Ey caant we ma Viestes--Ey will we ma Tongue.