GROCERY

John Pengelly be a clever man,

An’ he keeps a grocery store;

He've got a seat on the Burryin’ Board,

An’ a sow as turns three score;

On Sunday night he holds the plate

An’ on Thursday shuts at four.

He talks to Passon on clover crops,

An’ Farmer Hain on Sin;

An’ keeps the Parish Register,

An’ a dog that isn’ thin;

An’ wears a watch-chain on his chest,

An’ a Moses beard on his chin.

He allays takes the rhubarb prize

At the Flower Show every year;

An’ if‘ ee mind to order it

He'll get‘ ee Bottled Beer;

( Though some as do n't agree with that )

Besides it's rather dear.

Two different kinds of lard he sells,

But awnly one of tay;

An’ he've a yaller oilskin coat

He hopes to sell some day,

But the awnly man it might have fit

Was drownded out to say.

His matches hang in a cabbage net,

An’ his onions hang in strings;

An’ allays at the Church Bazaar

He sells the Hooplar rings;

An’ if us get a concert up

An’ there's no one else, he sings.

So be you'm seekin’ clever men,

Come down along o’ we;

We'll show‘ ee John Pengelly then

Behind his grocery;

An’ when you taste his peppermints,

Sure‘ nuff, tis mazed you'll be.