To gipsies any mwore than I.
Well; I agreed, an' off all dree
O's went behind an elem tree,
An' after she'd a-zeed 'ithin
My han' the wrinkles o' the skin,
She twold me—an' she must a-know'd
That Dicky met me in the leäne,—
That I'd a-walk'd, an' should ageän,
Wi' zomebody along thik road.
An' then she twold me to bewar