The Lady Nancy

What's the gooder being good? Always every day Somefing comes and compradicks Everyfing I play.

I was digging in the garden And I digged me toe, Why do I do that for? I don't know!

Then I goes and chases Sufi, Sufi won't be chased: I falled over the wheelbarrow And hurted all me waist.

I tooks me little pictures out And laid them in a row, I told the wind to stop away And not come round and blow.

Up there comes a norful wind And brushed the lot away: Daddie, Gord's been 'noying me All this day.