Zoo up I clomb upon the thatch,
An’ clapp’d en on; an’ slided
Right down ageän, an’ run drough hatch,
Behind the hedge, an’ hided.
The vier that wer clear avore,
Begun to spweil their fun, min;
The smoke all roll’d toward the door,
Vor I’d a-stopp’d the tun, min.
The maïdens cough’d or stopp’d their breath,
The men did hauk an’ spet;
The wold vo’k bundled out from he’th
Wi’ eyes a-runnèn wet.
“ ’T’ool choke us all,” the wold man cried,
“Whatever’s to be done, min?
Why zome’hat is a-vell inside
O’ chimney drough the tun, min.”
Then out they scamper’d all, vull run,
An’ out cried Tom, “I think
The grindèn-stwone is up on tun,
Vor I can zee the wink.
This is some kindness that the vo’k
At Woodley have a-done, min;
I wish I had em here, I’d poke
Their numskulls down the tun, min.”
Then off he zet, an’ come so quick
’S a lamplighter, an’ brote
The little ladder in vrom rick,
To clear the chimney’s droat.
While I, a-chucklèn at the joke,
A-slided down, to run, min,
To hidelock, had a-left the vo’k
As bad as na’r a tun, min.
