English poem
I
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Happy the days when I vorked away, In my usual line in the prigging lay, Making from this, and that, and t'other, A tidy living without any bother: When my little crib was stored with swag, And my cly vas a veil-lined money bag, Jolly vas I, for I feared no evil, Funked at naught, and pitched care to the devil.