But aw'll try to be patient, an' maybe shoo'll come fotch me to-morrow.


Billy Bumble's Bargain.

Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig,

Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors say;

An' mony a mile he had to trig

One sweltin' summer day;

But Billy didn't care a fig,

He said he'd mak it pay;

He