English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
You ain't forgotten 'ow we drove that day Down to the Welsh 'Arp, in my donkey shay; Folks with a "chy-ike" shouted, "Ain't they smart?" You looked a queen, me every inch a Bart. Seemed that the moke was saying "Do me proud;" Mine is the nobbiest turn-out in the crowd; Me in my "pearlies" felt a toff that day, Down at the Welsh 'Arp, which is Endon way. Oh, 'Arriet, &c.