To save—to ruin—to curse—to bless—
As even its minted coins express,
Now stamp’d with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a bloody Mary.
Northern Farmer: New Style
By Alfred Tennyson
(See page [77])
Dosn’t thou ‘ear my ‘erse’s legs, as they canters awaäy,
Proputty, proputty, proputty—that’s what I ‘ears ’em saäy.
Proputty, proputty, proputty—Sam, thou’s an ass for thy paäins,