J. An’ eäle ’s good stuff to vill en up.
A. An’ horn vor eyes is horn vor light,
Vrom Goodman’s lantern after night;
Horn vor the ears is woone to sound
Vor hunters out wi’ ho’se an’ hound;
But horn that vo’k do buy to smell o’
Is hart’s-horn. J. Is it? What d’ye tell o’
How proud we be, vor ben’t we smart?
Aye, horn is horn, an’ hart is hart.
Well here then, Anne, while we be at it,
’S a ball vor you if you can bat it.
On dree-lags, two-lags, by the zide
O’ vower-lags, woonce did zit wi’ pride,
When vower-lags, that velt a prick,
Vrom zix-lags, het two lags a kick.
An’ two an’ dree-lags vell, all vive,
Slap down, zome dead an’ zome alive.
A. Teeh! heeh! what have ye now then, Joe,
At last, to meäke a riddle o’?
J. Your dree-lagg’d stool woone night did bear
Up you a milkèn wi’ a peair;
An’ there a zix-lagg’d stout did prick
Your vow’r-lagg’d cow, an meäke her kick,
A-hettèn, wi’ a pretty pat,
Your stool an’ you so flat ’s a mat.
You scrambled up a little dirty,
But I do hope it didden hurt ye.
A. You hope, indeed! a likely ceäse,
Wi’ thik broad grin athirt your feäce.
You saucy good-vor-nothèn chap,
I’ll gi’e your grinnèn feäce a slap,
Your drawlèn tongue can only run
To turn a body into fun.
