THE BRIDGE.
Wut! hev they hanged 'em? Then their wits is gone!
Thet's a sure way to make a goose a swan!
THE MONIMENT.
No: England she would hev 'em, Fee, Faw, Fum!
(Ez though she hedn't fools enough to home,)
So they've returned 'em—
THE BRIDGE.
Hev they? Wal, by heaven, Thet's the wust news I've heerd sence Seventy-seven! By George, I meant to say, though I declare It's 'most enough to make a deacon, swear.
THE MONIMENT.
Now don't go off half-cock: folks never gains
By usin' pepper-sarse instid o' brains.
Come, neighbor, you don't understand—
THE BRIDGE.
How? Hey?
Not understand? Why, wut's to hender, pray?
Must I go huntin' round to find a chap
To tell me when my face hez hed a slap?