English poem
Iv
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
A'ter, the singing and fire-vorks vas ended, I follows my gemman the vay he tended; In a dark corner I trips up his heels, Then for his tattler and reader I feels, I pouches his blunt, and I draws his ring, Prigged his buckles and every thing, And saying, "I thinks as you can't follow, man," I pikes me off to Ikey Soloman.