HANNAH VERRIOR.
Tha zâ I'm maz'd,—my Husband's dead,
My chile, (hush! hush! Lord love er face!)
Tha pit-hawl had at Milemas, when
Thâ put me in theäze pooät-hawl place.
Thâ zâ I'm maz'd.—I veel—I thenk—-
I tâk—I ate, an oten drenk.—
Tha thenk, a-mâ-be, zumtimes, peel—
An gee me stra vor bed an peel!
Thâ zâ I'm maz'd.—Hush! Babby, dear!
Thâ shan't come to er!—niver fear!
Thâ zâ thy Father's dead!—Naw, naw!
A'll niver die while I'm belaw.
Thâ zâ I'm maz'd.—Why dwont you speak?
Fie James!—or else my hort ool break!—
James is not dead! nor Babby!—naw!
Thâ'll niver die while I'm belaw!