What nuthin’ else hed done fur thirty year.
I haint bit off a single chaw sence that,
Or smoked a whiff, so help me Moses Pratt!”
When I’d collected all my senses back,
Bill he hed slid away an’ gone ter bed.
XX
The New Year’s Turkey
We all hed come ter Bill’s ter spend the day,
New Year’s it was, an’ Bill hed shaved, an iled
’Is hair, an’ greased ’is boots, an’ looked ez gay
’Z a feller kin in clo’es thet ain’t be’n siled.