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THE SPINSTER'S SWEET-ARTS.
But their bottles o' pap, an' their mucky bibs, an' the clats an' the clouts,
An' their mashin' their toys to pieäces an' maäkin' ma deaf wi' their shouts,
An' hallus a-joompin' about ma as if they was set upo' springs,
An' a haxin' ma hawkard questions, an' saäyin' ondecent things,
Alt' a-callin' ma 'hugly' mayhap to my faäce, or a teärin' my gown—
Dear! dear! dear! I mun part them Tommies—Steevie git down.
An' their mashin' their toys to pieäces an' maäkin' ma deaf wi' their shouts,
An' hallus a-joompin' about ma as if they was set upo' springs,
An' a haxin' ma hawkard questions, an' saäyin' ondecent things,
Alt' a-callin' ma 'hugly' mayhap to my faäce, or a teärin' my gown—
Dear! dear! dear! I mun part them Tommies—Steevie git down.
XIV.
Ye be wuss nor the men-tommies, you. I tell'd ya, na moor o' that!
Tom, lig theere o' the cushion, an' tother Tom 'ere o' the mat.
Ye be wuss nor the men-tommies, you. I tell'd ya, na moor o' that!
Tom, lig theere o' the cushion, an' tother Tom 'ere o' the mat.
