But who cares for color? Sure, contints out-vally the rest iv the head!
And Ted has a head full iv contints, as lively as t’hrout in a pond!
Good timpered? Sure niver a bet’her. The peaceablest, quietest lamb
As lives the whole lin’th iv our st’hrate, where the b’ys is that kane fur a row
That Ted has to fight iv’ry day, though he’d quarrel no more than a clam.--
Faith, thim b’ys ’ud provoke the swate angels, in hiven, to fight onyhow!
Perliteness comes aisy til Ted, for he’s had me to tache him the thrick
Iv bowin’ and scrapin’ and spakin’ to show paple proper respict.
Spake up till the gintlemon, Teddy! Whist! Aff wid yer cap first, ye stick!
He’s shapish a t’hrifle, yer honor; he’s allus been brought up that strict.[[2]]