English poem
BALLAD. (Orra no talk, no say fine word)
by Anonymous
Orra no talk, no say fine word, No dress him, no look gay, Vay little sing you hear von bird, Him mate be gone away.
Orra tell true, she have no grace, Of lady for him part, Dare beauty all be in him face, And Orra in him heart.
Orra do little, all she do, Forgive, for she no gall; To every ting she promise true, Love Yanko, and dat all.
But Orra, &c.
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