Ha, ha, the viewin' o't!

Run in Frith. Says he: "Dear me!"
Ha, ha, the viewin' o't!
"For my pairt here's nowt like me:"
Ha, ha, the viewin' o't!
"Nothing is like nature here.
Where's the detail roun' an' clear,
Such as in my work appear?"
Ha, ha, the viewin' o't!

How it cam let lawyers tell:
Ha, ha, the provin' o't!
Jury bodies luik fu' swell:
Ha, ha, the provin' o't!
"John's no right, yet Jim's no wrang!
Art's made of nocht but peut an' slang!
Half a bawbee! Hame let's gang!"
Ha, ha, the provin' o't!


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PRESS MARCH
MCMXXII