Now ‘at our foki live in towns
Fur winter months, I go an’ sit
Wiv our horses stabled a mile
Away. Dordy! it doan’t seem fit
For a Romanichal to spend his time
Like yan o’ they posh-rats wivoot a dime.
What does I do wi’ mysen all t’ day?
I smokes an’ I longs fur t’ coomin’ spring;
An’ when motor hoots or tram-bell clangs,
I drats ’em, Rawnie, like ony owd thing;
I tries to think on roads ‘at I’se takken
Where birds is wingin’ an’ lambs is laikin’.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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