Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty—that's what I 'ears 'em saay.
Northern Farmer: New Style (1869), st. 1
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty—that's what I 'ears 'em saay.
Northern Farmer: New Style (1869), st. 1