Though vier-light, a-flick’rèn red
Drough vrosty window-peänes, do spread
Vrom wall to wall, vrom he’th to door,
Vor us to goo an’ zit avore,
Vrom winds a-cuttèn keen.
A BIT O’ FUN.
We thought you woulden leäve us quite
So soon as what you did last night;
Our fun jist got up to a height
As you about got hwome.
The friskèn chaps did skip about,
An’ cou’se the maïdens in an’ out,
A-meäkèn such a randy-rout,
You coulden hear a drum.
An’ Tom, a-springèn after Bet
Blind-vwolded, whizz’d along, an’ het
Poor Grammer’s zide, an’ overzet
Her chair, at blind-man’s buff;
An’ she, poor soul, as she did vall,
Did show her snags o’ teeth an’ squall,
An’ what, she zaid, wer wo’se than all,
She shatter’d all her snuff.
An’ Bet, a-hoppèn back vor fear
O’ Tom, struck uncle zomewhere near,
An’ meäde his han’ spill all his beer
Right down her poll an’ back;
An’ Joe, in middle o’ the din,
Slipt out a bit, an’ soon come in
Wi’ all below his dapper chin
A-jumpèn in a zack.
An’ in a twinklèn tother chaps
Jist hung en to a crook wi’ straps,
