THE LADY NANCY

What's the gooder being good?

Always every day

Somefing comes and compradicks

Everyfing I play.

I was digging in the garden

And I digged me toe,

Why do I do that for?

I do n't know!

Then I goes and chases Sufi,

Sufi wo n't be chased:

I falled over the wheelbarrow

And hurted all me waist.

I tooks me little pictures out

And laid them in a row,

I told the wind to stop away

And not come round and blow.

Up there comes a norful wind

And brushed the lot away:

Daddie, Gord's been‘ noying me

All this day.