Welsh Journals

Leviora. 503 And so her cleared the fence, before my Missiz was aware! And tho' Her pulled with all her might and main the to'ther way, Eh bleshye, Her was forced to go, whatever Her might say. At first Her turned as white as chalk, and then as red as fire, At rallicking with all them men, alongside of the Squire. " Give 'er 'er yead," says one or two ; " houd pummel," says another; Enough to turn the woman's brains with all their noise and bother. But, when Her found Her could stick on, Her liked it well enough ; Took Sivin at the Laundry, mon, and killed by Shelton Rough : And there Her told them quality, (I heard it second-hand,) " How they could like such cruel work, Her could not understand." They thanked her for her company, but " begged with her to differ," And, when they drank her health at night, they mixed that glass the stiffer." When Her got back to yander place, about the close of day, *' Her dunna care for mate" Her says, " Her's ommost jed for tay!" That work we never tried again; but still, in various ways, Her gives us trouble, and her will, all thro' her live¬ long days. I never could abide to give her poison; but,do you know, If I'd a lived in them oud times, with Jupiter and Juno, I'd have made bould to ax them there to take her up aloft, And keep her grazing in the sky, instead of in our croft.