English

Oh Dolly I's dot someping new
And dat is why I tame
I's dot a featheart — wealy true
And Bimmie Bown's his name.

I had a nice wide in his tart
The new one wif the tilt
But in the werry wussest part
I went and dot upspilt.

And Bimmie tunned and tuddled me
And wiped orp all the bleed
And dived me his new hapenny
To buy some annieseed.

And then he wunned away to bring
A ha'penny turprise
Wif, what you fink? — a weal gold wing
Ezackly dest my size.

And so he is my featheart now

Oh Dolly dear how has you been
Here wif yourself all day
I spect you fink me awful mean
Betause I runned away.

But Dolly dear I hope you won't
I had to do to school
For Dramna telled me if I don't
What I'll drow up a flool.

And Dolly I've had such fun
Up at the school to-day
When all the nasty sums were done
We had a lovely play.

And what you think a bold dirl did
She sneaked and pulled my pat
And tried betause I pushed her on
The tip part of her bat.

Oh Dolly dear don't speat to me
I'm nearly orph my head
That nasty nurse has wothied me
Until I'm nearly dead.

She binged a baby here to-day
As treepy as a mouse
And what you fink? She went away
And lef it at our house.

And I ran asper her and said
To take the thing away
Betause it could stay in bed
Wif my ma ma all day.

And then she went and said to Dran
That if I maked a noise
To dive me to the dirty man
Who tates bad dirls and boys.

But I'll see if I've dot to do

Oh Dolley dear I wish that you
Would dive me some ervice
I really don't know what to do
And Dranma idnt nice.

She says a ittle dirl she knew
Like me, once nearly died
Betause a hapennytot stone drew
A tree in her inside.

I only took a hapennytot
To have a ningly taste
And then the stone went down and dot
Right here behind me waist.

But if it drows I'll mate it stop
And wivver up, see why?
I dest won't drint a single drop
And then the roofs will die.

Oh Dolley dear I touldn't tum
Right bat adain to you
I've had a tedible upset
And don't know what to do.

You know that teeney, weeney lamb
Wif white wool on its coat
It went and let the dunney do
Right down its little froat.

And then Miss Dranma she must say
To dive it taster oil
To make it pit it up adain
And all its feavers spoil.

And now she says that it will die
The silly ittle ass
But I know it dest won't — see why?
Betause its eating drass.

Oh Dolley dear you must be deaf;
Wake up and listen, do;
For I am drefful out of breaf
Wif wunning up to you.

Now Dolley, dear, wait till you hear
All I have dot to say
And when I've told you evry fing
We'll do and have a play.

Our tat's dot tittens — fe, four, five;
Such lovely ittle fings;
And one is black, and one is white,
And two of em is twins.

And we have called the white one Bess
And ittle blat one Pom
And Dranma named the drey one Jess
Betause she is a tom.

Oh Dolley dear don't wiggle so
Sit still a moment do
While I put on your pettitoat
And pull your bofe arms frue.

We're doing to have a wealy tea
Wif fings not made wif mud
And you tan turn and sit wif me
As long as you are dood.

Mama has done my hair in turls
And tied it up wif blue
There's doing to be a lot of dirls
And ittle dood boys too.

Oh Dolley dear won't it be drand
Two biffdays — just fink! — two!
For Dranma's four years old to-day
And I am eighty-two.

CHATTERTON .

I ken your worth,
" Hot wells " of Bristol
That bubble iorth
As clear as crystal;...
En parlour snug
I'd wish no hotter
To mix a jug
Of Rum and Water.

Both Eobe, young chief,
One's bosom ruffle?
Would any feel
Rine for a stuffle?
The simplest plan
Is just to take a
Well stiffened can
Of old Jamaica.

Benath the zone
Grog in a pail or
Rum — best alone —
Delights the sailor.
The can he smills
Alone gibes bigour

I knew you'd like the Enemy! He's the person
May pen in plastic fashion a new verse on
The Heldenleben and colossi's lot,
Or with his pen put penclubs on the spot.
He knows to live comes first. No bee in his bonnet
Outbuzzes any other that lands on it.
His balance is astonishing when you consider
He has never sold himself to the highest bidder,
Never has lived a week for twenty summers
Free of the drumfire of the camouflaged gunners,
Never has eaten a meal that was undramatic —
Without the next being highly problematic.

" Mine is a dangerous errand, do you hear?"
" Enough of these insults, you intolerable seer!"
" I shoot from the hip, but can you really wonder?"
" You scurrilous pastmaster in blood and thunder!"
" Mine is a grim affair — I'm not a thug."
" How dare you raise this most unseemly fug!"
" An ex-post-facto picture shows me how
" I might have avoided that distracted cow."
" Ah would it had struck deeper with its horn!"
" Luckily the slight cornada was ill-born."
" But had it reached another inch bien-ne !"