Ta g'under 'em or g'auver 'em A try'd booäth grate and smâll; Bit g'under, g'auver, g'in, or g'out, A cood'n than at âll. "Lord bless ye! gennel-vawk!" zed he, "I'm come to Glassenberry "To zee tha Torr an Hawly Thorn; "What makes ye look za merry Why mister wizard! dwont ye knaw, "Theäse town is câll'd Bejwâter!" Cried out a whipper-snapper man : Thâ âll bust out in lâughter. "I be'n't a wizard, zur!" a zed; "Bit I'm a little titch'd ;* "Or, witherwise, you mid well thenk "I'm, zure anow, bewitch'd!" Thaw Jerry war, vor âll tha wordle, A veel'd iz blood ta bwile athin At jitchy zort o' riot; * Touched. Za out a jump'd amangst 'em âll! Zum hirn'd awâ-zum made a ston; Wi' zum a had a tussle. Iz stick now sar'd 'em justice good; Thâ belg’d, thâ raur’d, thâ scamper’d all, An, thaw a brawk naw-body's bwons, A gid zum bloody nawzes; Tha pirty maids war fainty too; Hirn'd vrom ther cheaks tha rawzes. Thinks he, me gennelmen! when nex I goo to Glassenberry, Yea shant ha jitch a rig wi' I, Nor at my cost be merry. G Zaw, havin clear'd izzel a wâ, Right whim went Jerry Nutty; A flourished roun iz wâkin stick ; An vleng'd awâ iz tutty. |