Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-11-29

The laast sooshong ever bort,
/ made two prices Of wan soart,
An ded the bizens pat;
TIES al the same, you Understand
Max Wiunik he's shurp wan, and
He put me up to that.
Thare's cheese, my dear, that wastes a site
/ sowld dree pound aast Winsdsy mite
'Twos dry as sticks or cheps:
A man may take an chow away
Iss, take an chow ct al the day,
An never lex 'es leps.
Thare's zalted hake-an' very nice,
Onny penny fur slice
| sells lot o. that;
dails in pekeld pulchards, too;
But they in Mevygizzy, you,
bieeve be twaice so fat.
I got to pay they gashly rates;
How i've bin bother'd weth the waits,
1t farely turns ma bled, -
Two pounds was lite bout hafe hounce /;
'Pon thecky, you, man ded pounce,
An fine na-iss ded.
Sum peepel, very smurtley drest,
Come up to ma, an ak fur trest,-
You'll ge: no trest, saysi
pays fur all ma thing rite down,
An dent no nethin in the town,
An chats the truth-iss fl
Haw blessy eff was to let
Some foxes go on, they'd get in Diet
An never pay skroo;
Bisnes wud net be with toss,
TIES no use Twin by the loss
NV dear. 'twud never do.
Now, es fur butter, Betsey Jane,
I've got good raison to complain,
Eft es heap too dear;
Best irish, fourteen pence pound,
You wudden ait it, in be bound,
But we do Chunk it here.
An higs, penny aich fur they,
Hafe def or haddel, any way,
Or chicken nun, dade:
The market foxes will make us bi;
An eff that they we ded deny,
We shudden do no trade.
/ deth perty dali in soap,
An wen you cum up here, hope
You'll try it fur itch;
Et essunt Temp, but brave an farm,
A dezzen pounds wud do no harm,
Efyou should awder stitch.
/ git the bestes frum Milbay,-
Thare es another sOart they say,
Els quait es good to sci;
But i've tried mum both, my dear,
An eff that must spak sinseer,
Milbay es twaiee so wei.
I kips Gag o trikel, too,
They kal ct golden serrHp, you,
But ties as thick as podge;
We weys ct fur poorish kit,
An maiks the basin duk bit,
"A proper hartful dodge.
Ef you should ever go in trade,
Be sure wen you've bin an paid,
To maik give results
Iss, stamp resats fur al yer things;
Fur sum that weer gold chains an rings,
Ev turn'd out desmal chats.
I knawed neeber, Betsey Jane,
That was took in, my dear, es claim
ISIS, CLAIM es CLAIM cud be;
She dedden net wan hepny haw,
But madden no resait to shaw
Ov Goose they chaited she.
They make he pay twaice hover, you,
An towld her to be thankful, too,
To Jail her dedden go;
Her went in sterricks pun the same
Haw cuss nun, twas burnin' shame,
To serve boldly so.
In bacca, you, deth site;
l wunder wey the men delite
To smoak an never stop;
Hafe hounce raast along in raws,
Wan AFTER tother awleyS goes
Afore shet the shop.
We got trek afore we wey
The bacca, elst it wudden pay:
Us makes it wet mite,
An makes it heavier, you may guess;
But, Betsey, tradesfokes dent profess
To awle,s do what's rite.
Be onnest eff you ken, says i
0nnest to sci, an so to bi;
But eff you kent, my dear,
Wat mus be done among the rest?
Wey we mus try to do our best,
Oy Goose the thing is clear.
In theez world, Betsey Jane, you see,
Sum foxes, my dear, pretend to be
Els onnest as the sen;
But eff the vorerite truth be tow}d,
law olcSSy, Cuceiu, ttfcy CHiiSh tho SVWiu
Wen al es sed an Den.
I've seed sum peepel mild as milk,
Wul cum an take ee in an blk,
Iss, Fl, yer littel bill;
They'd ev yer guds pun tex ur chalk
They soart of critters awleys talk
Like hanjels-iss they viii.
Theeze way the game Max Winnik shaw'
He clamps es thumb agin es nawse;
His fingures out he'll jet it;
He dood ct, too, the tother day,
An awleys ses to stitch as they,
81 wish that you may get it,"
Hawi he's the chap to do the trek,
An match enuf fur ovid sur Nick
Thare's no desavin he;
/ dent bieeve shurper blade
Els no wares to be found fur trade,
Thare's moan that ken see.
I'd got box of figs brort in:
Max Winnik says, dent pay the tin
Afore you look mum droo;
An in the middel of nun, haw
Was heps of stims you never saw,
An fairly Wind, too.
In Goose sint nun bak agane,
Al