Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full character’d with lasting memory, […] That poor retention could not so much hold, Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;

[…] And fish the knolls on the North Sea Holes And try your luck at the North Shields Gut With a catch of a hundred cran.

[…] It’s for the guapo, can't waste time with the diamonds, I’m tryna git swallow

It was this kindly old lady that lifted her part into such idealism that it saved from entire disregard the whole story as scenarioized by J. Grubb Alexander.