Mumma, ’Ang Me ’Tocking Up

Mumma ’ang me ’tocking up,
Want a yamb, a tilver tup,
’Orse, a tart, a dum, a s’ed
An a nighty, nithe and wed.
Me dus awsul want a dun
Bang-a-banging, dus for fun;
An a ’teamer dat will say
Toot-a-toot, toot, duss iss way.
Wite a ’etter, mumma dear,
Wite it bid so he can hear
’Tanty Taws, be thure an ’top.
Div me a whole baby s’op.
All de doodies, oo ull know
Yarf an kie, an soot, an blow;
Want an ’oop, a joll, a s’ate,
’Ots and ’ote of sings to ate;
Tanny, ’ugar, feenuts, jum
Tell him dat he mustest tum.
Weed it mumma, so to see
If oo said it dus like me.
It ull do iss time I dess,
Ceps me want a pwetty dwess,
Thure the ’tocking don’t forget
Thign with love, from ’Ittle Pet.