But a shake o’ her head was her only reply—
Of course, that said No, but I ken she meant A-y-e,
For her twa een said Imph-m,
Her red lips said, Imph-m,
Her hale face said Imph-m, an’ Imph-m means A-y-e!
GRADING THE STREET
By Mistur Malooney
’Twas mesilf thin as bot me a swate little lot,
Wid monies I digged for six years in the mines;
An’ I builded an’ plastered a duck o’ a cot,