A-comèn out o' passage, Nan, Wi' pipes an' cider in her han', An' watchèn uncle up so sprack, Vorgot her veet, an' vell down smack Athirt the house-dog's shaggy back, That wer in passage vor a snooze, Beyond the reach o' dancers' shoes, While music wer a-soundèn.
Last week the Browns ax'd nearly all The naïghbours to a randy, An' left us out o't, girt an' small, Vor all we liv'd so handy; An' zoo I zaid to Dick, "We'll trudge, When they be in their fun, min; An' car up zome'hat to the rudge, An' jis' stop up the tun, min."
Zoo, wi' the ladder vrom the rick, We stole towards the house, An' crope in roun' behind en, lik' A cat upon a mouse. Then, lookèn roun', Dick whisper'd "How Is theäse job to be done, min: Why we do want a faggot now, Vor stoppèn up the tun, min."
"Stan' still," I answer'd; "I'll teäke ceäre O' that: why dussen zee The little grindèn stwone out there, Below the apple-tree? Put up the ladder; in a crack Shalt zee that I wull run, min, An' teäke en up upon my back, An' soon stop up the tun, min."
Zoo up I clomb upon the thatch, An' clapp'd en on; an' slided Right down ageän, an' run drough hatch, Behind the hedge, an' hided. The vier that wer clear avore, Begun to spweil their fun, min; The smoke all roll'd toward the door, Vor I'd a-stopp'd the tun, min.
The maïdens cough'd or stopp'd their breath, The men did hauk an' spet; The wold vo'k bundled out from he'th Wi' eyes a-runnèn wet. "'T'ool choke us all," the wold man cried, "Whatever's to be done, min? Why zome'hat is a-vell inside O' chimney drough the tun, min."
Then out they scamper'd all, vull run, An' out cried Tom, "I think The grindèn-stwone is up on tun, Vor I can zee the wink. This is some kindness that the vo'k At Woodley have a-done, min; I wish I had em here, I'd poke Their numskulls down the tun, min."
Then off he zet, an' come so quick 'S a lamplighter, an' brote The little ladder in vrom rick, To clear the chimney's droat. While I, a-chucklèn at the joke, A-slided down, to run, min, To hidelock, had a-left the vo'k As bad as na'r a tun, min.
I do seem to zee Grammer as she did use Vor to show us, at Chris'mas, her weddèn shoes, An' her flat spreadèn bonnet so big an' roun' As a girt pewter dish a-turn'd upside down; When we all did draw near In a cluster to hear O' the merry wold soul how she did use To walk an' to dance wi' her high-heel shoes.