IV

Rob, coom cop ’ere o’ my knee. Thou sees that i’ spite o’ the men

I ’a kep’ thruf thick an’ thin my two ’oonderd a-year to mysen;

Yis! thaw tha call’d me es pretty es ony lass i’ the Shere;

An’ thou be es pretty a Tabby, but Robby I seed thruf ya theere.