ME mus’ wukin overdue,
\nAn’ ’tis all because o’ you;
\nMe mus’ wuk hard laka dis
\n‘Counten o’ you’ wutlessness.<\/p>\n
‘Tis a dutty sort o’ trick,
\nEbery duty-time you sick;
\nAn’ ’tis always my bad luck
\nFe detail fe extra wuk.<\/p>\n
Night off again me won’ get,
\nDese t’ings mek a poo’ man fret,
\nAn’ feel him could not do worse
\nDan fe go join Police Force.<\/p>\n
Hospital a fe you bed;
\nGod knows wha mek you won’ dead
\nDoctor no know how fe do,
\nElse dem wouldan p’ison you.<\/p>\n
An’ me know man dyin’ out,
\nYet de doctor dem would doubt,
\nDough he’s weak in ebery limb,
\nDat a t’ing was wrong wid him.<\/p>\n
Yet you dih-ya[1]<\/sup><\/a> ‘douten[2]<\/sup><\/a> use, Ef a money you dah sabe, Me wi’ really beat de eight,
\nOnly formin’ like de juice;
\nAn’ dem caan’ see, se’p me king,
\nDat you ‘pon malingering.<\/p>\n
\nBetter min’ de open grabe:[3]<\/sup><\/a>
\nT’enk God! new rule come te-day,
\nHospital bud gets no pay.<\/p>\n
\nBut you mark me wud an’ wait!
\nYour time’s comin’ soon don’t doubt
\nWhen you’ll also be kicked out.<\/p>\n