A. Our Company would suit en best,
When we do teäke our bit o’ rest,
At nunch, a-gather’d here below
The sheäde theäse wide-bough’d woak do drow,
Where hissèn froth mid rise, an’ float
In horns o’ eäle, to wet his droat.
J. Aye, if his zwellèn han’ could drag
A meat-slice vrom his dinner bag.
’T’ud meäke the busy little chap
Look rather glum, to zee his lap
Wi’ all his meal ov woone dry croust,
An’ vinny cheese so dry as doust.
A. Well, I don’t grumble at my food,
’Tis wholesome, John, an’ zoo ’tis good.
J. Whose reäke is that a-lyèn there?
Do look a bit the woo’se vor wear.
A. Oh! I mus’ get the man to meäke
A tooth or two vor thik wold reäke,
’Tis leäbour lost to strik a stroke
Wi’ him, wi’ half his teeth a-broke.
J. I should ha’ thought your han’ too fine
To break your reäke, if I broke mine.
A. The ramsclaws thin’d his wooden gum
O’ two teeth here, an’ here were zome
That broke when I did reäke a patch
O’ groun’ wi’ Jimmy, vor a match:
An’ here’s a gap ov woone or two
A-broke by Simon’s clumsy shoe,
An’ when I gi’ed his poll a poke,
Vor better luck, another broke.
In what a veag have you a-swung
Your pick, though, John? His stem’s a-sprung.
