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Two Suffolk Friends by Francis Hindes Groome

Chapter 1 OLD TIMES.

F?oks alluz s?a as they git old,

That things look wusser evry day;

They alluz sed so, I consate;

Leastwise I've h'ard my mother s?a,

When she was growed up, a big gal,

And went to sarvice at the Hall,

She han't but one stuff gownd to wear,

And not the lissest mite of shawl.

But now yeou c?an't tell whue is whue;

Which is the missus, which the maid,

There ain't no tellin'; for a gal,

Arter she's got her wages paid,

Will put 'em all upon her back,

And look as grand as grand can be;

My poor old mother would be stamm'd [39]

Her gal should iver look like she.

And 'taint the lissest bit o' use

To tell 'em anything at all;

They'll only laff, or else begin

All manner o' hard names to call.

Praps arter all it 'tain't the truth,

That one time's wusser than the t'other;

Praps I'm a-gittin' old myself,

And fare to talk like my old mother.

I sh?an't dew nowt by talkin' so,

I'd better try the good old plan,

Of spakin' sparing of most folks,

And dewin' all the good I can.

J. D.

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