by Mari Phillips
a jug of ale
Were you ever happy Jo? Happen we shouldn’t ‘ave wed. I wouldn’t put up with it now, well I can’t, can I? I was nobbut a lass, you ‘ad blue eyes and told a good tale. Then I ‘caught on’ and daren’t tell me favva so that was it. We was ‘appy at first, but then you got in with a bunch of lads from the grinders and when more kids came along you spent more time wi’ them than us. Don’t know how you kept t’job, but you were pally wi’ t’foreman. It’s kids I feel sorry for. Me mam’ll not be able to keep ‘em. She’s strugglin’ her sen. Too many mouths to feed and nowt left for owt.
I can’t say I’m lookin’ forward to this, but everyone else is. There must be thousands here, bloodthirsty tykes. You’ll get a few minutes of fame, Jo Myers, an’ you’ll be sober. I know you tried to cheat hangman, but it didn't work, did it Jo? You botched it. Well, it’ll ‘appen now, for sure, but you don’t deserve a quick death, not after what you did to me. Anyway, I’ll watch you swing. Maybe I’ll sithee yonder, but you won’t be able to beat me next time, Jo Myers.
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