English poem
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by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Then it happened, d'ye see, that my mot, Yellow a-bit about the swag that I'd got, Thinking that I should jeer and laugh, Although I never tips no chaff Tries her hand at the downy trick, And prigs in a shop, but precious quick "Stop thief!" was the cry, and she vas taken I cuts and runs and saves my bacon.