An' tawk abaat a dress!
why, yo' niver saw sich a dress it's a real Mary Antique! Th' chap 'at
sell'd it me, said it had been made for th' Princess o' Wales, but it
wor soa mich brass wol th' Prince couldn't affoord to pay for't, so he
let me have it cheap; an' it's just like buckram--it'll stand ov an
end." "Why," said one o'th' chaps, "the Princess willn't be suited if
shoo hears tell 'at thy wife's gettin' it." "Noa," he said, "aw dooant
think shoo wod, but awst noan tell her; an' if shoo gets to know, she
mun try an' put up wi' a bit ov a trial nah an' then. Ther's allus
troubles for th' rich as weel as th' poor." Well! all this gooas to
prove what aw said at th' startin'--it's a wonderful world, an'
ther's a deeal o' wonderful things in it;--an', to quote from the poet
(Milton aw think), aw may say--
It's a varry' gooid world that we live in
To lend, or to spend, or to give in;--
But to beg, or to borrow, or get a man's own,
It's th' varry worst world 'at iver wor known.
Hi, an' its th' best 'at iver wor known yet; an haiver mich fowk may
say agean it, awve allus nooatised at' ther's varry few seem inclined
to part wi' it.
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