The father say:—"Get 'way, Sir, you little fellah you! It the worst fe carry any little boy out fe met. Go, off, Sir, you lying fellah!"
During this time the boy hear what the music say in truth, went an' dug a hole fe him an' him mumma.
When Ratta in hot dancing the gate-man Puss, Mr. Doba, out the lamp. Then the junka 'tick fly round an' all the Ratta was kill. Blood was cover the floor an' all the Puss take their share.
Only boy Ratta an' his mumma an' the young baby, get way.
If the puppa did take what the boy say him wouldn' dead.
Puss ball was flourish with meat.
If boy Ratta an' his mumma didn' get 'way we wouldn' have no Ratta in dis ya-ya-world again.
Jack Mantora me no choose any.
NOTES.
Ratta, rats.