“Th Count bin livin hard times since he bin done rong and down by th jetty we wail a song of th mead I spect was sum parts piss o de logal mooshine bootligger Jerry Gobbler buda fine job it done for de col nide aheddavus. We slep close to de river to wash come mornen an we slep close tahgedda not lieg lovers gainst the bible but tahgedda for necessity wut wid de hoarfrost settlin oba times not fa seein come mornen you be jumbin in de water it colder den nothin but it good fa meldin de ice dots from ye brow.
“As sun drops from de blanet, Count del me a story boudis rish little mistress an de life he was ronged ouddov, sez he could be sleppin by de roarin fire if hay wa-ned, he sez widda kind of mischievous face stretchin in de small flames we kep goin, if hay wa-ned hay could pull a man up from de cellar, dis was de mans dey kep down in de cellar for slave werk and I think mebbe odder tings too he nut divulged, he pull up a man in de chains and slice him open slice iz arms an iz dighs n iz belly up n down an he stays warm in de blood he be rollin round in et all up n down de lion skin rug make im feel lieg he wuz de savage king of anodder era ov mangind.
“I said Count yew crazy basdard yew nod gonna gut me up in my slep, he said don yew eben dink a ding lieg dat aw brodda we godda stig tahgedda don eben dink et, bud I dink we godda stey warm donigh an bedween us dis coat we stole from a dadgecoat driver nut gon geddus dru de night alibe naw so yew be a gud fellah dere and remand me ov de dick beef stew we done edd dis ebenin deres a gub fellah jus one leg by dis shoulda one leg by dat an down wid the trowsers id only be gold a few moments brodda led de stingking warm land do my breast an watch de sdeam risin see dat warm pile make id way across my bossom an dere you go fellah jus lie down wid your breast do mine and we stay warm now undil dere ain’t no warm bedween us an in the cold of night before death sweeb down for ids obbordunidy I stand above yew brodda and make my own to yours and we be warm again undil de sun invide us do a cleansing bath anna new fine day.”
stolen from rabioheab.
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