To tell before her death:—
“We was both, Ma’am, in the wash-house, Ma’am, a-standing at our tubs,
And Mrs. Round was seconding what little things I rubs;
‘Mary,’ says she to me, ‘I say’—and there she stops for coughin’,
‘That dratted copper flue has took to smokin’ very often,
But please the pigs,’—for that’s her way of swearing in a passion,
‘I’ll blow it up, and not be set a coughin’ in this fashion!’
Well, down she takes my master’s horn—I mean his horn for loading,
And empties every grain alive for to set the flue exploding.
Lawk, Mrs. Round! says I, and stares, that quantum is unproper.