Logic and Spotted Dog
So now," I sez, "apolergise! I've beat you fair an' square!
You left it there!"
Fer 'arf a mo she pets young Bill, an' would'nt meet me eye.
Thinkin' she wus—I knew she wus. An' then she lets it fly:
"If you 'ad cut that wood," she sez, "an I implored you to,
There wouldn't be no need for me to 'ave sich things to do!,
It ain't right fer a woman..." "'Ere!" I sez, "Now I don't care
'Oo left it there!"
"Uv course you don't!" she gits me back. "You never care a bit!
An' it ain't right fer a woman to 'ave kin'lin' wood to split;
While there's a man about the 'ouse!" I sees the tears is near,
An' pats 'er 'air. "Now, let it drop," I sez. "Don't worry, dear."
"'Ow can I let it drop?" she sobs. "You said you didn't care
'Oo left it there."
