English poem
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by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
The next arrival was old Joe Burn, Wot does the fits to Natur chuff-- And Fogg, And Fogg, wot's blind each day in Ho'born, Saw'd his way there clear enough, Mr. Sinniwating Sparrow, In corduroys span new and nice, Druv up in his pine-apple barrow, Which he used to sell a win a slice. Tol, lol lol, etc.