An’ chairs an’ couches be so neat,
You mussen teäke em vor a seat:
They be so fine, that vo’k mus’ pleäce
All over em an’ outer ceäse,
An’ then the cover, when ’tis on,
Is still too fine to loll upon.
Ah! gi’e me, if I wer a squier,
The settle an’ the girt wood vier.
Carpets, indeed! You coulden hurt
The stwone-vloor wi’ a little dirt;
Vor what wer brought in doors by men,
The women soon mopp’d out ageän.
Zoo we did come vrom muck an’ mire,
An’ walk in straïght avore the vier;
But now, a man’s a-kept at door
At work a pirty while, avore
He’s screäp’d an’ rubb’d, an’ cleän and fit
To goo in where his wife do zit.
An’ then if he should have a whiff
In there, ’twould only breed a miff:
He cānt smoke there, vor smoke woon’t goo
’Ithin the footy little flue.
Ah! gi’e me, if I wer a squier,
The settle an’ the girt wood vier.
THE CARTER.
O, I be a carter, wi’ my whip
A-smackèn loud, as by my zide,
Up over hill, an’ down the dip,
The heavy lwoad do slowly ride.
An’ I do haul in all the crops,
An’ I do bring in vuzz vrom down;
An’ I do goo vor wood to copse.
An’ car the corn an’ straw to town.
