Where’s me umbrella I had it in me hand,
I can’t lose that, I borrowed it she’ll throw a dicky and,
If I don’t return it in the state she gev it me,
I’ll git no snap for me lunch and nuffin for me tea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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