On drough the work she had in hand,
Zome bran-new thing that she’d a-plann’d,
Jim overheärd her talk ageän
O’ Robin Hine, ov Ivy Leäne,
“Oh! no, what he!” she cried in scorn,
“I wouldèn gie a penny vor’n;
The best ov him’s outzide in view;
His cwoat is gaÿ enough, ’tis true,
But then the wold vo’k didden bring
En up to know a single thing,
An’ as vor zingèn,—what do seem
His zingèn’s nothèn but a scream.”
“So ho!” cried Jim, “Who’s that, then, Meäry,
That you be now a-talkèn o’?”
He thought to catch her then, but, no,
Cried Polly, “Oh! why Jeäne’s caneäry,
Wi’ what have you a-been misled,
I wonder. Tell me what I zaid.”
THE GIANTS IN TREÄDES.
Gramfer’s Feäble.
(How the steam engine come about.)
Vier, Aïr, E’th, Water, wer a-meäde
Good workers, each o’m in his treäde,
An’ Aïr an’ Water, wer a-match
Vor woone another in a mill;
The giant Water at a hatch,
An’ Aïr on the windmill hill.
Zoo then, when Water had a-meäde
Zome money, Aïr begrudg’d his treäde,
An’ come by, unaweäres woone night,
An’ vound en at his own mill-head,
