Classic Poem

WITH A MISTAKE T.

Well here, then, Mister auctioneer,
Be theäse the virs, I bought, out here? A.

The firs, the fir-poles, you bought? Who?
'Twas furze , not firs , I sold to you. T.

I bid vor virs , and not vor vuzzen ,
Vor vir-poles, as I thought, two dozen. A.

Two dozen faggots, and I took
Your bidding for them. Here's the book. T.

I wont have what I didden buy.
I don't want vuzzen , now. Not I.
Why firs an' furze do sound the seäme.
Why don't ye gi'e a thing his neäme?
Aye, firs and furze! Why, who can tell
Which 'tis that you do meän to zell?
No, no, be kind enough to call
Em virs , and vuzzen , then, that's all.