I'm war nor ever here."
Up Dolly jumps—this is a hoil;
Ol gooa, it dos'n't meon:
Shoo heeard t' lads say oth aaotside door—
"Shoo's coming aaot ageon."
Lads pull'd her daon, but still shoo'd goa;
And running straight at door:
Chears and tables, spice and nuts
Shoo tumbled on toth floor.
"What will yo do," old Betty said,