To where she had the table spread
An’ kinder git his stomach fed,
He’d leap for that ’ar kitchen door,
An’ say, “W’y didn’t you speak afore?”
An’ w’en he’d got his supper et,
He’d set, an’ set, an’ set, an’ set,
An’ fold his arms an’ shet his eyes,
An’ set, an’ set, an’ flosserfize.
Finley Peter Dunne created the immortal Mr. Dooley about the time of the Spanish War.
The Irish dialect is perfect, the humor most droll and the wit quiet and clean-cut.