“Come, Tom, we must goo.”
THE END.
THE LAWSUIT.
Tom Bumpkin was a thriving man,
As all the world could see;
In forty years he’d raised himself
From direst poverty.
And now he rented from the Squir
Some acres, near a score;
Some people said ’twas twenty-five,
And some that it was more.
He had a sow of rare brave breed,
And nine good pigs had he;
A cow and calf, a rick of hay,
And horses he had three.
And Mrs. Bumpkin had a bull,
The finest creature out;
“And, like a Christian,” so she said,
“It follered her about.”
So Bumpkin was a thriving man,
As all the world could see;
A self-made man, but yet not made
Of scholarship was he.
With neighbour Snooks he dealings had
About his latest farrow;
Snooks said he’d bought a pig, and so,
To prove it, brought his barrow.
Tom said, “It wur to be two crowns;”
Snooks said, “Twur nine-and-six;”
Then Tom observed, “You doan’t ’ave me
Wi none o’ them there tricks.”