Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-08-16

we slapped IN Cnufcn--tne paSSOn, lie,
Soon dcd the job for Mat and me,
When we slapped out agane;
And HON fur life we farely rem,
The maidens dragged along the men,
Like taggers, Betsy Jane.
We adj two fiddles gwain, my dear;
The fiddlers clunk'd site oy beer,
Afore they wud begin.
The maidens, they, to their yung chaps,
al saited plcssunt pun Their laps,
Did drink their health in gin.
Up twenty quortov toddy OF a
My usband fur the party got, e
An nigh to twelve o'clock,
We kipt on dancing-toe and heel,
But in the last three anded reel,
repp'd my wcddin frok.
Som wudden dance, but went to cards,
An then to supper afterwards
Starved up in style, ov Goose;
Two legs of mutton--roast and boiled.
A rabbart pie-but he was spoiled,
a pudden and a gooze.
The man that took'd the gooze in taw,
Aw cudden cut un fifty, haw!
Whatever aw cud do;
Aw sweered, an SWEET, and tried fur life,
An takin' up the carvin nife
Aw chopped un down in two.
That all shud git proper cram,
Their was bender ov ham,
An Betsy, must telly, Il t'-
A round ov beef to chow and chow;
Thof they ded stuff like your blak sow,
An ad so big belly.
We madden got no mex naks, you,
Ner tor:s, nor jilleys--twuddent do g
But good substanshul matt;
An ther wos plenty eff twos plain,
An so twos cut and com again,
An that's the way to ait.
My usband he ded putch to sing
About the airly burds in spring,
How they ded coortey too; @
The turtel doves both COX and hen,
j The rabbin redbreast an the wren,
An towld wat they ded do.
The screeched weth latin, every wan,
To hear un sing mean my man,
And then they kald ankore;
Fur moan ov UNI wud how'd their PAIGE,
So he was foased to sing out twaice
But wudden sing no more.
Wan chap towld riddles-deep vans too;
And arter he'd towld nun throo,
Aw went and axed about.
Some thoft aw manned mellard's hat
O.~A IL y Al
For moan cud find nun out.
An then We got our fortins towld,
How som shud grow uncommon ovid,
An git no usbands then:
An Others shud be married twice,
An never larn to kip the PAIGE,
But liv to pleg the men.
Now eff SO be things ded go right,
We shud ev spain a plissunt night;
But. Betsy Jane. dear me!
Between two chaps about wan maid,
Afore that we could git TO bald, H
Their wos som jillisey.
Fust they ded putch to jaw and sweer,
An hailed the womun frum the chear,
Anu make proper fuss;
An she, instead Of DOOM right,
Ur making matters smooth an strife,
Ded on'y make nun wuss.
Fur she. the himperant yung chit,
Ded wink pun one bravish bit,
An luther she mislaid !;
So witchy twos her liked the best,
They cudden tell, ner al the rest
Her wos hartfuI maid.
Ses wan to luther, you're no man,
II bant afared to telly. Jan,
"You auft to kip yer place;
An they wos fools to laive'ee in"
Wey that aw clinched glass ov gin,
An smackcd ut in es face.
Ny asband, he ded hinterfere;
But blessy, twos no use my dear,
Their pashun was SO hot:
Fur fite they wud, an fife they did.
Both teefd to ev wan tethers bled,
Or di furt pun the spot.
SO up and down like herros they,
Ded sfrik an bal an scat away,
m, nlak hes an bleddy chaks;
mn rney wudden stop to hear word,
IN both Their Senday shurts was ford
III rsoouns frum Their balss.