TH’ COORTIN’
’Tis just about a wik ago,
Or mebbe two, or theresabout,
As I axed Kate why ur an’ Joe
Was seed together waalking out;
Whenas, fur nigh upon a year,
’Twur I as had been coortin’ ur.
“Why, laws-a-mussey, Bill,” ur sez,
“Fur certain sure ye must allow
Us two caan’t alluz spend our days
The same as us be doin’ now.
Ye’d better wed wi’ one ye doan’t
Than waalk wi’ one ye do, as woan’t.”
I cudden zackly understand
What ’twur as she was drivin’ at,
Until I cotched ur by the hand
And took a peep ’erneath ur hat.
Wur what I see surprised I so,
I gi’ed ur kiss, an’ whispered low:
“Ye’d better wed the feller who
Has alluz bin in luv wi’ you.”
And that’s just what ur means to do.