Aw,  honour  bright !     And  "  Comin',  sir !  "

And  tremblin'  lek,  and  quick ;  and  catchin'

Her  eye  away  ;  and  watchin',  and  watchin' ;

And  'd  sit  in  the  window,  and  wait  and  wait ;

And  startin'  when  she  heard  the  gate ;

And  a  bit  of  a  ribbon  in  her  breast ;

And  a  sort  of  a  kind  of  a  disthress'd.
But  happy  and  very  humble,  though !

And  innocent.     Chut !     You  know  !  you  know !

Not  hopin'  much.     But  what's  the  use  !

Lovin',  lovin',  like  the  deuce  !

Aye  !  aye  !     The  head  is  workin'  ?     Ler  ^  it !

Workin'  /     That's  the  way  you'll  ger  2  it.
But,  drop  it !  drop  it !     Marianne

They  were  callin'  her.     And  couldn'  stan',

And  couldn'  sit ;  nor  eat  nor  drink,

I  tell  ye ;  nor  couldn'  sleep  a  wink.
Aw,  poor  craythur !     That's  the  way.
And  droppin*  the  cups  upon  the  tray.
Sudden  lek ;  and  houldin'  the  finger

For  the  little  ones  to  hush  ;  and  'd  linger

Greatly,  and  all  a  kind  o'  suspicious,

Aye !  lek  it  'd  be  a  sort  of  a  vicious

(The  head  is  workin',  Bobby  ?     What  ?)—

And  cross  with  the  childher,  and  sthooin'  *  the  cat

(Eh,  Bobby  ?  eh  ?) ;  and  tumin'  and  twissin',

Like  a  bitch  when  the  pups  is  goin'  a  missin'.
Do  you  see  her,  Bobby  ?     Run,  man  !  run  1

Hould  her  !  hould  her !     Bobby  is  done  I

Aw,  seein'  is  nothin' !     Ger  along !

Just  the  strong  the  head,  and  drawin*  strong.
Now,  this  poor  gel  was  dyin'  just !
Aw,  terrible  !     And  I  wouldn'  trust

^  Let.  2  Oct.  5  Driving  away.
