THE FAREWELL.
A longful time zunz I this vust begun!
One little tootin moor and I a done.
"One little tootin moor!—Enough,
Vor once, we've had o' jitchy stuff;
Thy lidden to a done 'tis time!
Jitch words war niver zeed in rhyme!"
Vorgee me vor'm.—Goo little Reed!
Aforn tha vawk an vor me plead:
Thy wild nawtes, mâ-be, thâ ool hire
Zooner than zâter vrom a lyre.
Zâ that, thy mäester's pleas'd ta blaw 'em,
An haups in time thâ'll come ta knaw 'em;
An nif zaw be thâ'll please ta hear
A'll gee zum moor another year.
Ive nothin else jist now ta tell:
Goo, little Reed, an than forwel!