Th' State O' Th' Poll. A Nop Tickle Illusion Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass	A
Ov that yo may be sewer	B
Shoo had her trubbles tho' alas	A
An th' biggest wor her yure	B
Noa lass shoo knew as mich could spooart	C
But oft shoo'd heeard it sed	C
They thank'd ther stars they'd nowt o'th sooart	C
It wor soa varry red	C
	-
Young fowk we know are seldom wise	D
Experience taiches wit	C
Some freeat 'coss th' color o' ther eyes	D
Is net as black as jet	C
Wol others seem quite in a stew	C
An can't tell whear to bide	C
'Coss they've black een asteead o' blue	C
An twenty things beside	C
	-
Aw'm foorced to own Sal Sanguine's nop	E
It had a ruddy cast	C
An once shoo heeard a silly fop	E
Say as he hurried past	C
There goes the girl I'd like to wed	C
'Twould grant my heart's desire	B
In spring pull carrots from her head	C
In winter 'twould save fire	B
	-
Her cheeks wi' passion fairly burned	C
Shoo made a fearful vow	F
To have to some fresh color turned	C
That yure upon her brow	F
Shoo knew a chap 'at kept a shop	E
An dyed all sooarts o' things	G
An off shoo went withaat a stop	E
As if shoo'd flown wi' wings	G
	-
Shoo fan him in an tell'd her tale	H
An tears stood in her ee	I
Why Sal he sed few chap's wod fail	H
If axt to dye for thee	I
What color could ta like it done	J
Aw'll pleeas thi if aw can	K
We'st ha some bother aw'll be bun	J
But aw think aw know a plan	K
	-
Why mak it black lad if tha can	K
Black's sewer to suit me best	C
Aw dooant care if its black an tan	K
Mi life's been sich a pest	C
For tho' aw say 'at should'nt say't	I
Ther's lots noa better bred	C
Curl up ther nooas an cut me straight	C
Becoss mi yure's soa red	C
	-
Come on ageean to morn at neet	C
Aw'll have all ready lass	A
An if aw connot do it reight	C
Aw'll ax thi for noa brass	A
Soa Sally skuttered hooam agean	K
An into bed shoo popt	C
Her fowk wor capt what it could meean	K
For thear th' next day shoo stopt	C
	-
When th' evenin coom shoo up an dress'd	C
An off shoo went to th' place	L
Shoo seem'd like some poor soul possess'd	C
Or one i' dire disgrace	L
Come here sed th' chap all's ready nah	K
It's stewin here i'th' pan	K
Aw'll dip thi heead hold steady nah	K
Just bide it if tha can	K
	-
Poor Sally skriked wi' all her might	C
But as all th' doors wor shut	C
He nobbut sed nah lass keep quiet	C
It weant do baght its wut	C
To leearn mi trade for twenty year	B
Throo morn to neet aw've toiled	C
An know at nawther hanks nor heeads	L
Are weel dyed unless boiled	C
	-
But as tha'rt varry tender	B
An aw've takken th' job i' hand	C
Aw'll try it rayther cooiler	B
But then th' color might'nt stand	C
An for a while he swilled an slopt	C
Wol shoo wor oinmost smoor'd	C
An when he wrung it aght an stopt	C
He varry near wor floored	C
	-
For wol thrang workin wi' her yure	B
He'd been soa taen wi' th' case	L
He'd nivver gein a thowt befooar	B
Abaat her neck an face	L
But nah he saw his sad mistak	M
Yet net a word he sed	C
Her skin wor all a deep blue black	M
Her yure a dark braan red	C
	-
He gate her hooam sooin as he could	C
Shoo slyly slipt up stairs	L
An chuckled to think ha shoo should	C
Tak all th' fowk unawares	L
Shoo slept that neet just like a top	E
Next morn shoo rose content	C
Shoo rubb'd some tutty on her nop	E
An then daan stairs shoo went	C
	-
All th' childer screamed as if they'd fits	L
Th' old fowk they stared like mad	C
Nay Sally has ta lost thi wits	L
Or has ta seen th' Old Lad	C
Shoo smil'd an sed Well what's to do	C
Gooid gracious whear's ta been	K
Thi face has turned a breet sky blue	C
Thi yure's a bottle green	K
	-
Shoo flew to th' lukkin glass to see	L
An then her heart stood still	N
That villan sed 'he'd dee for me '	-
Aw'll swing for him aw will	N
An then shoo set her daan o'th flooar	B
As if her heart wod braik	M
An th' childer gethered raand to rooar	B
But th' old fowk nivver spaik	M
	-
I' time her grief grew less ov course	L
Shoo raased hersen at last	C
Shoo weshed an swill'd but things lukt worse	L
For th' color still proved fast	C
They sent a bobby after th' chap	E
He browt him in a crack	M
Says he It's been a slight mishap	E
Aw've made a small mistak	M
	-
But just to prove aw meant noa ill	N
Mi offer friends is this	L
If shoo'll consent to say 'I will '	-
Aw'll tak her as shoo is	L
Tho' shoo luks black befooar we're wed	C
That's sewer to wear away	O
Aw'd like to own her yure soa red	C
Until time turns it grey	O
	-
Says shoo awm feeard tha nobbut mocks	L
Tha'rt strivin to misleead	C
Nay lass he sed aw've turned thy locks	L
But tha's fair turned my heead	C
Aw think yo'd better far agree	B
Sed th' old fowk in a breeath	I
Will ta ha me Will ta ha me	B
An nah we'll stick till deeath	I
	-
Sooin after that th' law made 'em one	K
An sin that time awm sewer	B
He ne'er regretted th' job he'd done	K
Nor shoo her ruddy yure	B
An when fowk ax'd her ha to get	C
Sich joy as hers shoo sed	C
If anxious for some gradely wit	C
Just goa an boil thi heead	C

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