Part 30 (1/2)

[Footnote: See a letter by Edward Band, on this subject, in the prose pieces.]

JERRRY NUTTY; OR THE MAN OF MORK.

Awa wi' all yer tales o' grief, An dismal storry writin;

A ma-be zumthin I ma zing Ool be as much delightin.

Zumtime agoo, bevaur tha moors War tin'd in, lived at Mork One JERRY NUTTY--spry a war; A upp'd avaur the lork.

Iz vather in a little cot Liv'd, auver-right tha moor, An thaw a kipt a vlock o' geese, A war a thoughted poor.

A niver teach'd tha cris-cross-lain Ta any of his bways, An Jerry, mangst the rest o'm, did Not much appruv his ways.

Vor Jerry zumtimes went ta church Ta hire tha Pason preach, An thawt what pity that ta read Izzel a cood'n teach.

Vor than, a zunday aternoon, Tha Bible, or good book Would be companion vit vor'm all Who choos'd therein ta look.

Bit Jerry than tha naise o' geese Bit little moor could hire;

An daly goose-aggs ta pick up Droo-out tha moor did tire.

A oten look'd upon tha hills An stickle mountains roun, An wished izzel upon their taps: What zights a ood be boun!

Bit what did mooast iz fancy strick War Gla.s.senberry Torr: A always zeed it when tha zun Gleam'd wi' tha mornin stor.

O' Well's grate church a oten hired, Iz fancy war awake; An zaw a thawt that zoon a ood A journey ta it make.

An Gla.s.senberry's Torr, an Thorn The hawly blowth of which A hired from one and tother too; Tha like war never jitch!

Bit moor o' this I need not za, Vor off went Jerry Nutty, In hiz right hon a wakin stick, An in hiz qut a tutty.

Now, lock-y-zee! in whimly dress Trudg'd chearful Jerry on;

Bit on tha moor not vur a went-- A made a zudden ston.

Which wa ta goo a cood not thenk, Vor there war many a wa; A put upright iz walking stick; A vall'd ta tha zon o' da.

Ta tha suthard than iz wa a took Athert tha turfy moors, An zoon o' blissom Cuzziton, [Footnote: Cossington.]

A pa.s.s'd tha cottage doors.

Tha maidens o' tha cottages, Not us'd strange vawk to zee, Com'd vooath and stood avaur tha door; Jer wonder'd what cood be.

Zum smil'd, zum whecker'd, zum o'm blish'd.

”Od dang it!” Jerry zed, ”What do tha think that I be like?”

An nodded to 'm iz head.

”Which is tha wa to Gla.s.senberry?

I've hired tha hawly thorn War zet there by zum hawly hons Zoon ater Christ war born;