Borrerin Back An Fo'th

Ma an Mis' Hays hcd long ergred Ter borrer back an fo'th Them liillo things 'at women xieed W'ere one 'luido fer both. So ma she kep' u o&ndlo niold. Mie' Haya coffoe rinder, An ma a w'el. Mis' Hays a real, Flax hetehela, brakes au winder. An, oh, wut lenps iuy glad heart lojw Wen Martiiy Ellen'd come An ast fer a piggixt o' sof' soap Er caxtdlea to take liuiu, Fr then I'd se 'er back ergain An vralk so pood an süow Thet quarter mile 'ud laa' aw'lls - An hour o' bliss er so. Ebe'd como f er pork. I'd go fer brsd Er cmpt'in'B fer a r'iBiu, Er baokti o' yarn er spools o' tiarjwi, An wut wuz mos' surprisiu Woz the way she'd look so kind o' peari Wen eho'd eeo me oomln, too. As allui Bay ín 'er cunnin way : "W'y, helio, Jiml That yon?" Waal, Marthy's gone, an ma ís daad. FUd are the happy yeore. A Eanuck i on the Hays humstead A-farmin it on Bheers; But I allus think o' the good ole times Wen mo an Marthy both Hed blissful days an ma an Mis' Haya Wuz borretïn back an fo'th.