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Page 1 of 11904 · PDF PAGE 81
THE VILLAGE CHAMPIONS An’ bring ’em ’ere in plates of six.’ When Billy Stoke ’e up an’ swore; ‘Bring mine,’ ’e says, an’ swore like mad, ‘An’ bring ’em raw,’ ses ’e, ‘by Gad!’ “So Jimmy Buskett sits ’im down, An’ Billy Stoke ’e ups an’ stands; An’ Parson Bimmins starts to frown. But Sawbones Smith ’e rubs ’is ’ands, An’ whispers, as ’e wags ’is’ead, ~ ‘’Ere’s work fur me an’ Sexton Ned!’ “So Jimmy Buskett takes ’is seat, An’ swallers ’is’n ’ard an’ ’ole ; An’ Billy stands upon ’is feet, An’ drinks ’em from a chiny bowl. So by the time a ’our we…
1904 · PDF PAGE 83
…ster, that’s the facs as seen Ten year ago come Chris’mas day, An’ so our villidge always been - The leadin’ villidge down our way ; But Billy Stokes ’ull always ’ave A ruin’ stummick to ’is grave. “ An’ when ’e tell the story now, ’"E seem to gasp fur want of breath— Yes, mister, Sawbones ses as ’ow ’E wean’t be better till ’is death ; ‘Unto ’is grave,’ ’e ses, ses ’e, ‘A ruin’ stummick’s what ’e be!’”
1904 · PDF PAGE 79
…you, so ’e be,” his head He sadly scratched from end to end, “ But sich a hintellect, I'll lay You don’t see, mister, hevery day ! “Why, Billy Stoke ’e were the cove A matter o’ ten year agone What beat Jim Buskett out o’ ’Ove, What used to be the champion— Jim Buskett, wi’ the wooden legs, What were the champion fur heggs! 67
1904 · PDF PAGE 80
…st. “Well, arter ’arf-a-’our ’ad gone, Why, sudden-like there up an’ spoke: ‘T’ll challenge this ’ere champion !’ An’ this was this ’ere Billy Stoke. So ups we gets upon our legs, An’ tells the girl to fetch the heggs. ‘Says Jim, ‘Bring mine as hard as bricks, An’ boil ’em ’arf-a-’our or more,
1904 · PDF PAGE 82
…green ’e turns about the phiz, An’ falls presumptious on the floor. So Sawbones swears upon the spot A nappleplectic fit ’e’s got. “Then Billy Stoke ’e ups an’ calls Fur men to carry ’im to bed, When likewise ’e permiscuous falls An’ its the fender with ’is ’ead. Ses Sawhones, ‘’E’s a lucky chap, An’ wean't be ’urt by ¢hat mis’ap.’ “« They’ve appleplectic fits,’ ’e ses, ‘An’, though their lives I’m sure to save, Yet each ’ll carry, Ill confess, A ruin’ stummick to ’is grave.’ An’ ’e were right as soon as not: A ruin’ stummick ’tis they’ve got.