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The fellers as maäkes them picturs, ’ud coom at the fall o’ the year,
An’ cattle their ends upo stools to pictur the door-poorch theere,

An’ the Heagle ’as hed two heäds stannin’ theere o’ the brokken stick;⁹
An’ they niver ’ed seed sich ivin’¹⁰ as graw’d hall ower the brick;

An’ theere i’ the ’ouse one night—but it’s down, an’ all on it now
Goän into mangles an’ tonups,¹¹ an’ raäved slick thruf by the plow—

Theere, when the ’ouse wur a house, one night I wur sittin’ aloän,
Wi’ Roäver athurt my feeät, an’ sleeäpin still as a stoän,