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 when, oh! if you had seen the kindly look the old man gave her as he said to me, in his strong Derbyshire dialect, "Hey, maister, my old wife's a good old ." The words rang upon my ear until I reached the town of the warped steeple, and there, procuring writing materials, I concocted the following song, which has been set to music by G. Simpson, Sen., and may be had of Messrs. D'Almaine & Co., London.

old wife is a good old cratur,
 * Never was a kinder born,

Never did nothing to make me hate her,
 * Since the wedding ring she 's worn.
 * And every morning for my breakfast
 * She gives me good toast and roll
 * My old wife's a good old cratur,
 * My old wife's a good old soul.

Then at night when work is over,
 * She brings my bacca and my beer,

So you see, I lives in clover,
 * Ain't my wife a good old dear?
 * And every morning for my breakfast, &c.

And when matters run three-cornered,
 * She sidles up so droll and kind,

Gives me a "buss" and gently whispers,
 * Did 'um vex it? Never mind.
 * And every morning for my breakfast, &c.

If, as now and then it happens,
 * I get beery, even then

She never says a cross word to me,
 * But welcomes me with, Well done, Ben!
 * And every morning for my breakfast, &c.