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THE SPINSTER'S SWEET-ARTS.
VI.
D’ya mind the murnin’ when we was a-walkin’ togither, an’ stood
By the claäy’d-oop pond, that the foalk be sa scared at, i’ Gigglesby wood,
Wheer the poor wench drowndid hersen, black Sal, es’ed been disgraäced?
An’ I feel’d thy arm es I stood wur a-creeäpin about my waäist;
An’ me es wur allus afear’d of a man’s gittin’ over fond,
I sidled awaäy an’ awaäy till I plumpt foot fust i’ the pond;
And, Robby, I niver ’a liked tha sa well, as I did that daäy,
Fur tha joompt in thysen, an’ tha hoickt my feet wi’ a flop fro’ the claäy.
D’ya mind the murnin’ when we was a-walkin’ togither, an’ stood
By the claäy’d-oop pond, that the foalk be sa scared at, i’ Gigglesby wood,
Wheer the poor wench drowndid hersen, black Sal, es’ed been disgraäced?
An’ I feel’d thy arm es I stood wur a-creeäpin about my waäist;
An’ me es wur allus afear’d of a man’s gittin’ over fond,
I sidled awaäy an’ awaäy till I plumpt foot fust i’ the pond;
And, Robby, I niver ’a liked tha sa well, as I did that daäy,
Fur tha joompt in thysen, an’ tha hoickt my feet wi’ a flop fro’ the claäy.
