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Punch he terns on them he says, “What kynd of peopl are you as wont let a father sing to his oan littl chyld?”

Pooty shes up then she says to the crowd, “Whats he ben doing then has he droppt the babby or any thing like that?”

Some 1 says, “Hewl do wersen that you bes take that babby a way from him.”

Pooty says to Punch, “Now you wont let no harm come to him wil you. Our oan sweet littl babby.”

Punch says, “Harm is where the hert is.”

Pooty says, “Wel there you are who wud have the hart to hert a babby.”

Punch says, “Hart is where the wud is.”

Pooty says, “What wood wud that be?”

Punch says, “Its all ways the same wud innit. That 1 jus over there. Wewl do a littl walky walky there.”

Pooty says, “Thats it a littl walky walky wil do the babby good. I wont be a minim Iwl jus get on with that frying.”

Pootys down agen and Punch hes got the loan of the babby. He puts the babby down he backs off a littl way he hols out his arms he says, “Walky walky.”

That littl pig babby it goes slyding tords him like its on a string. Punch hes smyling tho his wood joars they cant realy open can they. He says, “O wot a good babby!” He puts the babby back where it startit from he says, “Walky walky.”

The babby says, “Wah!”

Punch says, “O no dont cry you musnt cry.”

The babby yels, “Wah!”

Punch says, “O so juicy o so terbel juicy!” He grabs the babby. No sooner does Punch get his hans on that babby nor in comes a big hairy han which it grabs Punch and my han inside Punch.

Its Easyer he yels, “You littl crookit barset I tol you not to try nothing here!”

Over goes the fit up and me and Punch and the babby and Easyer with it. 1 minim Easyers on top of me and the nex he dispears theres a han grabbit him sames his han grabbit Punch. Its Rightway Flinter which when I get my self untangelt from the fit up and on my feet its him and Easyer pulling datter to see which 1 wil walk a way when theyre finisht.

Its Rightway walks a way. Easyer is laid out flat. Rightway says to Riser Partman the regenneril guvner man from the Ram, “When he comes roun you myswel let him be Big Man here hewl work hard at it.”

Riser Partman he aint a bad looking kynd of man hes got inky fingers he says to Rightway, “What about you?”

Rightway says, “Ive got elser to be.”

We dint over the nite there we roadit out in to the dark which Rightway had it on him he wantit to be on the move right then. Him and his brother Deaper they boath come with us they dint want to stop at Weaping no mor. They boath of them have wives and childer the woal lot roadit out with us they jus slung ther bundels and a way.

When we gone out thru the gate there wer a kid up on the hy walk sames I use to be up there all times of nite when I wer a kid. 7 or 8 he wer may be. Sharp littl face liting and shaddering in the shimmying of the gate house torches. Sharp littl face and he begun to sing:

Now whered that kid ever hear of Drop John and what put it in his mynd to sing that of me? Why dint I ask him? I dont know. May be I dint want to know.

Why is Punch crookit? Why wil he all ways kil the babby if he can? Parbly I wont never know its jus on me to think on it.