MY RIVERSIDE ADWENTUR

I was setting one day in the shade, In the butifull month of August, When I saw a most butifull maid A packing of eggs in sum sawdust. The tears filled her butifull eyes, And run down her butifull nose, And I thort it was not werry wise To let them thus spile her nice close. So I said to her, lowly and gently, "Shall I elp you, O fair lovely gal?" And she ansered, "O dear Mr. Bentley, If you thinks as you can, why you shall." And her butifull eyes shone like dimans, As britely each gleamed thro a tear, And her smile it was jest like a dry man's When he's quenching his thirst with sum beer. Why she called me at wunce Mr. Bentley, I sort quite in wain to dishcover; Or weather 'twas dun accidently, Or if she took me for some other. I then set to work most discreetly, And packed all the eggs with great care; And I did it so nicely and neatly, That I saw that my skill made her stare. So wen all my tarsk was quite ended, She held out her two lilly hands, And shook mine, and thank'd me, and wended Her way from the river's brite sands. And from that day to this tho I've stayed, I've entirely failed to diskever The name of that brite dairy-maid As broke thirteen eggs by the river. Robert.