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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
A bad stick! a bad stick!
But ter'ble bright; and'd give a slick
Of a polish lek to all her stuff,
And knew who she had, and'd hould her luff,
Manœuverin' accordintly:
The woman was fuss-rate company—
That's the words—not mine; no! no!
Me? in a woman? High or low,
Young or ould—I beg to state it—
The lek of yandhar I hate it, I hate it!
But ter'ble bright; and'd give a slick
Of a polish lek to all her stuff,
And knew who she had, and'd hould her luff,
Manœuverin' accordintly:
The woman was fuss-rate company—
That's the words—not mine; no! no!
Me? in a woman? High or low,
Young or ould—I beg to state it—
The lek of yandhar I hate it, I hate it!
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |