Oh Dolly dear you know that dog
We buyed at Mr. Jupps
Well what you fink? its dorn and dot
A drate bid thutch er pups.

And dest like ittle scobie ducks
Wif nothing on for beaks
And there must be a hundred there
To go by all the squeaks.

I tried to count them only but
She wouldn't let me see
She dot right up and shewed her teef
And maked a face at me.

I only wanted dest to feel
How nice and soft they were
Their soft and lovely, black and white
Not like their trankey mar.

But when I do dest near the place
She wid not let me stay
She drowis and dets red in the face
And makes me wun away.