I’ve a vist vor friends, an’ I’ll vind a peäir
Vor the vu’st that do meddle wi’ me or my meare.”
From market how he used to ride,
Wi’ pot’s a-bumpèn by his zide
Wi’ things a-bought—but not vor trust,
Vor what he had he païd vor vu’st;
An’ when he trotted up the yard,
The calves did bleäry to be sar’d,
An’ pigs did scoat all drough the muck,
An’ geese did hiss, an’ hens did cluck;
An’ he zung aloud,
So pleased an’ proud,
“I’m out o’ debt an’ out o’ danger,
An’ I can feäce a friend or stranger;
I’ve a vist vor friends, an’ I’ll vind a peäir
Vor the vu’st that do meddle wi’ me or my meare.”
When he wer joggèn hwome woone night
Vrom market, after candle-light,
(He mid a-took a drop o’ beer,
Or midden, vor he had noo fear,)
Zome ugly, long-lagg’d, herrèn ribs,
Jump’d out an’ ax’d en vor his dibs;
But he soon gi’ed en such a mawlèn,
That there he left en down a-sprawlèn,
While he jogg’d along
Wi’ his own wold zong,
“I’m out o’ debt an’ out o’ danger,
An’ I can feäce a friend or stranger;
I’ve a vist vor friends, an’ I’ll vind a peäir
Vor the vu’st that do meddle wi’ me or my meare.”
