Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, July 23, 1887.Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, July 23, 1887.
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English wit and humor -- Periodicals
But ma friend wur a Michaelmas denner tew as I hedn't naw art to refuse!
(_More remorsefully._) An' it maäde me seeä what a gowk I'd beeän to ha'
gotten sa thick with a guse!
Sa I danged 'er well as I slummocked on, as ard as ma legs cud stoomp,
"Waäit till I gets tha, ma laädy!" I sez,--when, arl on a
sooden ... Boomp!
--An I wur a sprawlin' an' floppin' in wan of the owd Squire's pits,
But fur t' claäy at t' bottom an' that, I mout ha bin brokken to bits!
An' I roared fur 'elp, fur I cudn't git up, an' the watter wur oop to
my chin.
But nobbudy eerd ma a' beälin', nor thowt on the hole I wur in!
They'd niver find nawthin but boäns, I knawed, if they'd iver the
gumption to dredge,
Then I groäned (_impressively_)--fur I eerd Araminty a tooklin' 'oop
by the edge!
(_Sulky sarcasm._) "Wunnerful funny, beänt it?" I sez, (I wur feälin'
fit for to choäk.
To be catched loike a bee in a bottle--an' see her enjyin' the joäk!)
(_Indignantly._) "Hevn't ya naw moor manners," I sez, "ya greät fat
himpident thing!"
(_Pathetically._) Fur I'd bred her oop from a goslin', I had--and theer
wur the sting!
Well, she left ma aloän at laäst, an' I hedn't a mossel o' hoäpe--
When by coom HARRY the hedger, an a' hoickt ma oop with a roäpe!
"Shudn't ha' heerd 'ee, TAMMAS," he sez, "or knawed as owt wur t'
matter--
Ef it hedn't ha bin fur yon guse o' thine, as coom an raäised sech
a clatter.
An' drawed ma hon in spite o' mysen--till I moinded the hopen shaäft!"
(_Catch your breath, then brokenly._) Aye, Minty wur saävin ma life oop
theer--when I wur a thinkin' she laäft!
Then I rooshed fur to catch her to coodle and gie her a greätful kiss--
Eh, but I right down bloobered (_with pained surprise_)--fur she scatted
awaäy with a hiss!
"Weän't niver 'urt 'ee ageän!" I sez, "if thee'll hoänly forgit what's
past!"
She wur raäre an' stiff fur a bit, she wur--but
(_with a doddering complacency_) I maäde her coom round at last!
An' I had ma Michaelmas denner the saäme--an' a arty good denner he wur!
Sat down coompany, tew--fur I cudn't ha' done without _her_!
What did we maäke a meäl on? (_Shamefaced confusion here, expressed by
scratching the head._) Well,--happen thee'll think me a haäss--
But I'll tell 'ee: (_with candour_) I dined wi Minty on the stooffin'
an happle saäss!
(_Retire without ostentation, to have your jaw set at the nearest
Surgeon's._)
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