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A Dialect Poem
Oh, dinna ye fash y'r sel' hinny, / Varum kanst du nicht the thing see? / Don't always be kicking, me darlint; / Toujours le meme chose will not be.
Tout le monde will grow brighter, ye spalpeen; / Und das zeit will get better, you bet; / Arrah! now will yez stop dot complainin' / Und a creat pig quick move on you get.
Ach, Gott! gina de monka a peanutte; / Und schmile some, for sweet spring is here, / Gott in himmel, carrambo das was sehr gut, / Kase its purty nigh time fur bock beer.