ent" was turned out in the way of glee parties particularly, and just before Christmas my father used to be very busy training singers for carolling. I often wrote a little doggerel-rhyme to please those who came to the classes. One of my earliest efforts was a few verses anent my first pair of britches, which I, in common, I suppose, with other juveniles, regarded with a great amount of pleasure and pride. I must apologise for introducing three verses of the piece I wrote and styled
"MY FIRST PAIR O' BRITCHES"
Aw remember the days o' mi bell-button jacket, Wi' its little lappels hangin' dahn ower mi waist; And mi grand bellosed cap--noan nicer, I'll back it-- Fer her et hed bowt it wor noan without taste; Fer shoo wor mi mother, an' I wor her darlin', And offen sho vowed it, an' stroked dahn mi' hair; An' sho tuke me ta see her relations i' Harden, I't' first pair o' britches 'at ivver aw ware.
Aw remember the time when Aunt Betty an' Alice Sent fer me up ta lewk at mi clooas, An' aw wal