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THE VEAIRIES.
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An’ tapp’d, drough little holes noo eyes could spy,
A kag o’ poor aunt’s meäd a-stannèn by.
An’ woone o’m drink’d so much, he coulden mind
The word he wer to zay to meäke en small;
He got a-dather’d zoo, that after all
Out tothers went an’ left en back behind.
An’ after he’d a-beät about his head,
Ageän the keyhole till he wer half dead,
He laid down all along upon the vloor
Till gramfer, comen down, unlocked the door:
An’ then he zeed en (’twer enough to frighten èn)
Bolt out o’ door, an’ down the road lik’ lightenèn.
