'The Lady Wiggit,' says I, ''ll be sendin' a ship load o' pore tinnints over here,' says I, 'an' she'll buy this land.
Offer it to her,' says I.

So he did.

So she did.

She tuk it.

I'll be away before thim pisints o' hers comes over to settle here, glory be! Now, wasn't it aisy?
There's no fools like the English over land, me boy.