Those good old days (not for me since you had to be white) “Laerdies angentelmin, I ax lafe to oppose yer notice . . . Her’s a good crature . . . an’ goos pretty well in harness, wi’ a little flogging . . . Her can carry a hundred and a ‘alf o’ coals from the pit for three good miles; her can sell it well, and put it down her throat in less ner three minits . . . Now my lads, roll up, and bid spirited . . . I brought her through the turnpike and paid the mon the toll for her. I brought her wi’ a halter and had her cried. . . Now gentelmin, who bids? Gooin, gooin, gooin! I cawn’t delay - as the octioneer sez, I cawn’t dwell on this lot! . . . Come, say six shillins!” peterleeson/Wife_Sales.pdf
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 18:43:55 +0000
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