“Gee op, says i, and away ye goes!
“And polly ups wi’ her hind foot and splinters the partition, and master had to pay for that, which polly is amazin’ clever at doin’ a kick like.
“But I likes polly unkimmon, and polly likes i, and though she bites and kicks she do be unhappy when i goes away to be shoed. Which I never loses my temper, dobbin, whatsomever. Gee up and away ye goes!
“Which we never funks a hill though, neither on us. When we Comes to a pertikler stiff un like i just appeals to polly.
“‘Pull up,’ says Polly, says she, ‘every hill has a top to it; pull up, you old hass, pull op!’
“Sometimes the hay we gets ain’t the sweetest o’ perfoomery, dobbin, old chummie; then I appeals to polly, cause you see if polly can eat it so kin i.
“Sometimes we meet the tractive hengine; i never liked it, and what’s more i never will. It seems unnatural like, so i appeals to polly.
“‘What’s the krect thing to do, polly?’ i says, says i; ‘shall us kick or shall us bolt?’
“‘Come straight on, ye hold fool,’ says polly pea-blossom, says she.
“Gee up, says i, and away ye goes!