The Way We Tell a Story

Says I to him, I says, says I,
Says I to him, I says,
The thing, says I, I says to him,
Is just, says I, this ways.
I hev‘, says I, a gret respeck
For you and for your breed,
And onything I could, I says,
I’d do, I wud indeed.
I don’t know any man, I says,
I’d do it for, says I,
As fast, I says, as for yoursel‘,
That’s tellin‘ ye no lie.
There’s nought, says I, I wudn’t do
To plase your feyther’s son,
But this, I says, ye see, says I,
I says, it can’t be done.

Pat McCarthy (1851-1931)