‘He can leeak onny road, an’ that’s handy,
His gob ’s reetly shapp’d ti suck candy,
Whahl his legs are what tha call bandy—
Gocks! bud he’s a beautiful boy!’
T’ uther daay Ah war ax’d i’ t’ city ti dine,
When t’ lasses i’ rapters all thowt ma divine;
An’ t’ lot, whahl admiring mah elegant grace,
Let ther dinners aleean ti gaze i’ mah feeace,
Then sigh’d, ‘Ah s’all swound wi’ surprise O!
T’ sunleet caan’t match his dear eyes O!