Upton Sinclair, ed. (1878–1968).
The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest. 1915. | | | | Northern Farmer: New Style |
By Alfred Tennyson |
(Probably the most popular of English lyrical poets; 1809–1892. Made Poet-laureate in 1850, and a baron in 1884) |
| | | DOSN’T thou ’ear my ’erse’s legs, as they canters awaäy, | |
| Proputty, proputty, proputty—that’s what I ’ears ’em saäy. | |
| Proputty, proputty, proputty—Sam, thou’s an ass for thy paäins, | |
| Theer’s moor sense i’ one o’ ’is legs nor in all thy braäins. | |
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| Me an’ thy muther, Sammy, ’as beän a-talkin’ o’ thee; | 5 |
| Thou’s beän talkin’ to muther, an’ she beän a tellin’ it me. | |
| Thou’ll not marry for munny—thou’s sweet upo’ parson’s lass— | |
| Noä—thou’ll marry for luvv—an’ we boäth on us thinks tha an ass. | |
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| Seeä’d her todaäy goä by—Saäint’s daäy—they was ringing the bells. | |
| She’s a beauty thou thinks—an’ soä is scoors o’ gells, | 10 |
| Them as ’as munny an’ all—wot’s a beauty?—the flower as blaws. | |
| But proputty, proputty sticks, an’ proputty, proputty graws. | |
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| Doänt’t be stunt: taäke time: I knaws what maäkes tha sa mad. | |
| Warn’t I craäzed fur the lasses mysén when I wur a lad? | |
| But I knaw’d a Quaäker feller as often ’as towd ma this: “Doän’t thou marry for munny, but goä wheer munny is!” | 15 | | | |
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