THE BALLAD OF JOHNNY.
Johny saw es proimen hanging
Oh! As chickeneggs so groat
It seemed that Johny would go plucking
While his father 'thim forboad.
He thinks: as I will be very clever
Then my father sees it not
On this tree so full of prumkes
He will not have it in the mot.
So Johny clautered in the prumetree
Stack his pockets full of fruit
But he mistrapped on a tackske
And fell down, flack on his snoot.
All the prumes were spice now
And the spice ran out of his brook
It dripped softly in his couses
Johny did not darf to look.
And again he was not lucky
Cause his father came there on
And he gave him such a ramling
He could fourteen days not gone.
That is how end the silly story
Of little John, the proimenthief
Even, with a lot of goesting
He did it nevermore upnief.
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