The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1866-12-18 00:00:00

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DA ItEET BUOOLIGS. No. &—(BEER.)
CHASLIN AND JAN.
Jog: I'd jest about a TOW, ChalsleS, Ili Toy Min= tart
night
CHAS.: LI had Iwi mine, ab I ah I dismay ye meade
it al right.
JAY : No, ',ban% I bete this here oryoul squabbles ;
These wimmen Yolk right and scratch al the flambee.
Zais she "don't at' suck no much beer, 00121111 whosm
to tay ;
Thic beer's nasty taps runs vi cash and wile awaii ;
What thee bee'st do'ea al night, I be share I dosn't
knee/;
Actor some gay sweetheart I allow thee do go;
Vinden this bug," sels she, "did is no cart 9' good,
I sad whale.. round en that it never cod."
CHAS.: F.e's that be true, winged &Hugel'. I know, thee
goo aster,
Thee wttnt ha no summons about any man's darter;
Beer, I know, the'll suck down till thee be jest about
tight,
2,0 ye kaow, I know, how thee goosed an at night.
J•pr (Posebun do'ee mean ? I never VON poooboo,
II this pun. nd leave me and my cabbage aloane ;
Thio Bobby coney sad I senile in wi Dick idcrubben,
A raise worth in his &oat will be saran, some day,
to chalk. nn.)
&is I, " an English stemmick, and cannot bear
No sari o' drink but the best o' beer;
Tide Vrench wash and toy, ye tell I bout,
Beat *an, I think I be better without
Try this eremite' school," Ws she, "pick up some
Ureic,
Doan't be up al night, doan't goo to bed in the manila."
CHAN.: Didn't ee' spend this sixpence in an A BC?
Jog: Ee's I did. Like yowls walken yootetepe, al o't
seemed to me!
Rlow yer N.& E. W., sail I, "blow al printuns,
Curtin looters, and al dree quarter zarmens ;
Without A B C's now vasty years I've jogged,
At salty it seen* to I, war too leate to be Ylogged ;
This N.& &W., when I yized en, seemed jest about
right in my grove,
Duey ye see. Chemise, I must a spell 'en upside
down."
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Case.: Ia thic at yet equabblan I what a curt us thee
must be,
Why bear a word o't at, why dun% se' do like me.
JAI: he. be another gut aul last night thee had so
mesh best,
What thy wife sad, I baud, but thee marten hear,
111 tell ee', I were jest at the darn o' the door
While thee, like a °hockey, were rolled up tight on
the door;
My wife and thine t'wold amorist tha mine story,
vinish what mine zed, and that nil do vast rate
vor ee'.
Zals she, "yet children goose without a gurt deal, I
think,
Droo thy imerlastnn crayon vor drink;
If ye kept pod hours, and °mime wham to till.
No rows there'd be we Sam's latch door key."
"Yet darters," sale I, "bean't much better than be,
I think, sometimes, they he nuthur Tree ;
If this Bobby comes spins and pokun about,
Zartin chum, I be, I shall kick 'en out;
Yer spun fart volk and their crinoline
Is the west nit o' poaches I've ever men."
Us the "so indulgence wilt thou allow,
No, not • varden, Tar • merryman'e show;
Vat thyself no matter what pennies he spent,
Or yer children by this, to school ad ben coat,
Maidens !taint be alwaiis Mitchel,' and sowen,
And ear zweetbeartun vestals they be growec,
They must, sometimes, to vlsgarries go,
That al indulgent veathurs know."
Zak I, "these here ramaono onghter look crier
Every poor man's son or his darter,
I palm my tythe and they keeps equbblun,
Its gut o' ammo and Wu dis-edicaishun
Bat a share o' the 6.4 shall be given to thee,
Bay em al round • good A B C.;
And, Charles, to-limner I'll come round wi mine,
I'll lam a bit o' ea if it be but 000Ize lime.
WILD TAYLOR.