ha'p'orth

At an old stubborn Root I chanc’d to tug,

When the Dean threw me this Tobacco-plug:

A longer ha’p’orth never did I see;

This, dearest Sheelah, thou shalt share with me.

It’s very simple. Not because our people are ignorant and ungrateful, as you always explained it to yourself, but because in all your fads, if you’ll excuse the word, there wasn’t a ha’p’orth of love and kindness!

Not that, you ha'p'orth.