The Midland Journal

'Lo Bridget, can yez come over this eve,
I've summat to tell yez. yez's hardly believe.
I've been to a meeten, 'twas on the twenty-third;
The doins were great,--an the things which I heard.
Well Bridget, the women, were speaken in rhyme;
Their clothes were so quare, an all were old time.
An you should hev seen the money they made:
The soshull was given, by the church's Ladies Aid.
An thin they had also, George Wash-ing ton and wife,
A setten up there, just as natural as life;
For they were alive, all dressed up so fine;
An had pages, whose buckles did glitter an shine.
Oh yes, it was great, wish you could hey been there.
The ladies with curls, an' combs in their hair:
Not a bob to be seen, anywhere on that stage;
Thay just looked like folks, from some other age.
To hear each one tell in rhyme, it was great,
Just how she earned a dollar; an here let me state.
The money she made, an was giving away,
Was to help the good Aid, an then she would pay.
The way it was managed, it sure was unique;
What say Bridge? Oh yes, yez may speak;
Yer sayen? Mary Ann now why should I call,
When yez are certain that I have just told it all.
Well, come anyway Bridge, we'll have some hot tay,
An' perhaps, I'll hev sommat more to say,
'Bout the doins of the ladies, the verses they made,
An helped in'this manner the good Ladies Aid,
An' I just forget Bridget, before I say good-bye,
They treated the aujience to a nice piece of pie;
An homeward we wint. Now Bridget, farefell,
Come over, for I've got a lot more to tell.
J. G.