Dick rung a sheep-bell in his han’.
Liz beät a cannister, an’ Nan
Did bang the little fryèn-pan
Wi’ thick an’ thumpèn blows;
An’ Tom went on, a-carrèn roun’
A bee-pot up upon his crown,
Wi’ all his edge a-reachèn down
Avore his eyes an’ nose.
An’ woone girt bee, wi’ spitevul hum,
Stung Dicky’s lip, an’ meäde it come
All up amost so big’s a plum;
An’ zome, a-vleèn on,
Got all roun’ Liz, an’ meäde her hop
An’ scream, a-twirlèn lik’ a top,
An’ spring away right backward, flop
Down into barken pon’:
An’ Nan’ gi’ed Tom a roguish twitch
Upon a bank, an’ meäde en pitch
Right down, head-voremost, into ditch,—
Tom coulden zee a wink.
An’ when the zwarm wer seäfe an’ sound
In mother’s bit o’ bee-pot ground,
She meäde us up a treat all round
O’ sillibub to drink.
READEN OV A HEAD-STWONE.
As I wer readèn ov a stwone
In Grenley church-yard all alwone,
A little maïd ran up, wi’ pride
To zee me there, an’ push’d a-zide
A bunch o’ bennets that did hide
A verse her father, as she zaïd,
Put up above her mother’s head,
To tell how much he loved her:
