[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]
Aw, Billy, good sowl ! dont cuss ! dont cuss!
Ye see, these angels is grand to nuss;
And its lek theyre feedin them on some nice air,
Or dew or the lek, thats handy there,
O Billy, look at my poor poor bress
O Billy, see the full it is
But . . . O my God ! . . . but navar mind!
Theres no doubt them sperrits is very kind
And of coorse theyre that beautiful its lekly
The childher is takin to them directly
Eh, Billy, eh ? . . . And . . . O my head!
Billy, Billy, come to bed ! . .
And the little things that navar knew sin
And everything as nate as a pin:
And the lovely bells goin ding-a-lingin
And of coorse weve allis heard of their singin.
But wont he want me when hell be wakin?
Will they take him up when hes wantin takin?
I hope hell not be left in the dark
He was allis used to make a wark
If a body d lave him the smallest minute
Dear me ! the little linnet
But I forgotits allis light
In yandhar place . . . All right ! all right!
1 forgot, ye see, . . . Im not very well . .
Light, was I sayin ? but who can tell?
Bad for the eyes, though . . . but a little curtain
On a string, ye knowaw certain ! certain!
Let me feel your face, Billy ! Jus us two!
Aw, Billy, the sorry I am for you!
Aw deed it is, Billy,very disthressin
To lave your childher to another pessin
But . . . all the little rooms thats theer
And Jesus walkin up the steer,
And tappin lekI see ! I see !
O Jesus Christ, have pity on me!
But Hell come, Hell come ! Hell give a look
Jus to see the care thats took
O ! theres no doubt Hes very gud
O, I think He wud, I think He wud
But still . . . but still . . . but I dont know . .
O Billy ! I think Id like to go
Whats that, Billy ? did ye hear a cry ?
O Illiam, the sweet it d be to die!