Id show you caps and pinners and small things as lillywhit as Ever crosst the Line
Without going any Father off then Little Parodies Place,
And Thats more than you Can—and Ill say it behind your face—
But when Folks talks of washing, it ant for you too Speak,—
As kept Dockter Pattyson out of his Shirt for a Weak!
Thinks I, when I heard it—Well thear's a Pretty go!
That comes o' not marking of things, or washing out the marks, and Huddling 'em up so!
Till Their friends comes and owns them, like drownded corpeses in a Vault,
But may Hap you havint Larn'd to spel—and that ant your Fault.
Only you ought to leafe the Linnens to them as has larn'd,—