Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-09-27

The tother eS trayelin man,
-a An goes about weth clath.
Twud do ee good to see how he
Do dance Jemimar 'pon on his nee,
To kip the cheeld awake;
An, Betsy Jane, he allays gets,
Clidjy, an gingerbread an nets,
An stuffs her like talk.
An twaice a-week, and sometimes more
goes out, Betsy Jane, to chorc,
& An wash an CLAIM, do;
gifts shellin an my matt,
An es they niver kips ma late,
IT'S brayisli wages, you.
I shud git on quait aisy,-iss,
But theirs wan thing that goeth amiss,
An that es Mathews liant;
Her kips on comm days an days,
To bory money, eff you plaise-
told her that her shant.
jawed her fine laast toosday mite,
An towld her that it WASN'T rite,
To ak the likes ov me;
An now that poor dear Mathews dead,
l are wilder, SO sed,
@ An was no more to she,
Wey that her pitched to call ma names,
An that auft to burn in flames
-ll Her kal'd ma dirty scru;
clinched her by the showlder then,
An rite before the single men,
II. ] skat her reelin' too.
Drat thoos RELATIONSHIPS say.
got more pusseyvants weth they,
Than i've got time to telly;
They bant with nethin--no they bant
An so sed to Mathews hant,
I hates the name of Kelly.
Mac Winnik-thats the travelin' man
SEES he to me, Now Mary han,
Be careful wat you do;
Steer cleer Of they, or else they'll peell
An strip an skin ee like q eel,
An sci yer carcase too"
Haw! he's sharp one-maister Max,
An wat he carreys in es pax
Is with two hundurd clear;
Theirs shawls an silks 10 maik &c smur
An some of nun is cheap es dirt,
a An some is nashun dear.
lie shaved to me stripey dress
Two pounds. an not wan hapeney less,
He wudden take, not he
Laistways, frum other flakes, scd,
He soWld un, Betsy Jane, ded,
sf Fur wan pound ten to me.
But howsumeyer, i do starch
His dickcys wen he's pom the march,
An hirons .hum in stile;
al ollund shirts dethunt wear,
But onny hafe, becaze my dear,
They'd cost proper pile.
A stiddier chap than master Max,
IRE sartin dethunt car pax
An every fertnite you,
He pays es quarters like man,
An says, ''Hcre take it Mary han,
Fur ties yer onnest dco."
My luther lodgsr. es fur he,
He's wild and spirited, you see,
An comes in late by night
Aw owth me now dree weeks fur board
An betsy Jane, can't afford
TO lost the smallest mite.
My gittins essunt over CRATE,
IRE arly up an allays late
To bed my aear-iss fie :.s
An wen fur slaipen sound i'm teel'd,
Jenimar-Grat the noisy cheeld--
Begins to boot an cry.
Wei Betsy, mines widdcr's life,
An dent wish to be a wife
Agen--i dent indeed
Theirs no wan now RI ou,cor mn
Besides evvunt got you see,
Another mouth to feed.
Wen you git morried, if you can,
BE sure to overcome yer man,
To acance, or else 'twant do:
An put your fut to ground and say,
That your es missus airy day,
Els well as master too.
Fur if they git the upperhand-
l mains the men-you understand,
You'd jestas well be hanged;
You'll be slave, a parfec slave
Tes no great hods how you behave,
You'll git yer body banged.
ar old hexpeeryunsed bird.
So Betsy, you may take my word
Hal III dOflCc Is SOunO
The men want laivee rest say,
Iii like my poor dear Mathey they
Lie quiet underground.
Ties quait respectable, you see,
To be wilder now like me;
Fur can allays ak
a friend to denner now an then,
But wives can ony AK ee wen
Their usbands turn their baks.
You mus cum mp, an plaize to bring,
A dezzen pounds Of sailed ling.
Eft es far maister Max;
Haw he's a proper pig fur fish,
I've seed un lex Ut frum the dish,
But never put ct bak.
made fur he a conger pie,
An ded put hinto un -iss fl!
A hafe pound of Grain;
He ait the bestest part. plaise sure,
An then wen he ded look fur more,
towld un twas shame.
Wen you do cum to Plemmuth town,
BE sure to bring yer Senday' gown,
An in ban-box taks
Yer summers bonnet-iss my dear,
1he peepel dress q iait gran up here,
An shiish--Do mistake.
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