JOHN.
I thought you mid be out wi’ Jemmy Bleäke,
FANNY.
An’ why be out wi’ him, vor goodness’ seäke?
JOHN.
You walk’d o’ Zunday evenèn wi’n, d’ye know,
You went vrom church a-hitch’d up in his eärm.
FANNY.
Well, if I did, that werden any harm.
Lauk! that is zome’at to teäke notice o’.
JOHN.
He took ye roun’ the middle at the stile,
An’ kiss’d ye twice ’ithin the ha’f a mile.
FANNY.
Ees, at the stile, because I shoulden vall,
He took me hold to help me down, that’s all;
An’ I can’t zee what very mighty harm
He could ha’ done a-lendèn me his eärm.
An’ as vor kissèn o’ me, if he did,
I didden ax en to, nor zay he mid:
An’ if he kiss’d me dree times, or a dozen,
What harm wer it? Why idden he my cousin?
An’ I can’t zee, then, what there is amiss
In cousin Jem’s jist gi’èn me a kiss.
JOHN.
Well, he shan’t kiss ye, then; you shan’t be kiss’d
By his girt ugly chops, a lanky houn’!
If I do zee’n, I’ll jist wring up my vist
An’ knock en down.
I’ll squot his girt pug-nose, if I don’t miss en;
