And held out her hand for the money.
Rum te idily, &c.
There’s three pence to pay, if you please:
Aw star’d an’ aw gap’d like a ninny:
Od smash thee, aw’ll sit at ma ease,
An’ not stir till aw’ve spent a half guinea.
Aw sat an’ aw drank till quite blind,
Then aw’ gat up to gang to the door,
But deel smash a door cou’d aw find,
An’ fell flat o’ ma fyess on the floor.