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1873–1953

A FIRESIDE SPELL

Bernard Moore

“I've spanked young Tom an’ sent him to bed, an’ I reckon it sarves him right; For‘ tisn no use asayin’ things when the rope's end baint in sight, An’ he shouldn’ go steerin’ out along when the tide is runnin’ away, I've telled him afore; I cuss n't keep on atellin’ him every day.”

“Now when I was a boy —” “Iss, when you was a boy, you was jest such a scalliant too, All'ays athinkin’ o’ darin’ things as you didn’ belong to do. Climbin’ they clifts for saygulls’ eggs or clambering ower the crags An’ heavin’ tuffs at the cormorants, an’ shyin’ stones at the shags.”

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