Their alphabet on sand, sirs,
So I thought dust would do as vell,
And larnt it out of hand, sirs;
Took in the “Penny Magazine,”
And Johnson’s Dixionary,
And all the Perio-di-calls
To make me literary.
They calls me Adam Bell, ’tis clear,
As Adam vos the fust man,—
And by a co-in-side-ance queer,