(1) Oh! ees, d’ye teäke me vor a nincompoop,
No, no. The lwoad wer up so firm ’s a rock,
But two o’ theäsem emmet-butts would knock
The tightest barrel nearly out o’ hoop.
(3) Oh! now then, here’s the bwoy a-bringèn back
The speäde. Well done, my man. That idder slack.
(2) Well done, my lad, sha’t have a ho’se to ride
When thou’st a meäre. (Bwoy) Next never’s-tide.
(3) Now let’s dig out a spit or two
O’ clay, a-vore the little wheels;
Oh! so’s, I can’t pull up my heels,
I be a-stogg’d up over shoe.
(1) Come, William, dig away! Why you do spuddle
A’most so weak’s a child. How you do muddle!
Gi’e me the speäde a-bit. A pig would rout
It out a’most so nimbly wi’ his snout.
(3) Oh! so’s, d’ye hear it, then. How we can thunder!
How big we be, then George! what next I wonder?
(1) Now, William, gi’e the waggon woone mwore twitch,
The wheels be free, an’ ’tis a lighter nitch.
(3) Come, Smiler, gee! C’up, White-voot. (1) That wull do
(2) Do wag. (1) Do goo at last. (3) Well done. ’Tis drough.
(1) Now, William, till you have mwore ho’ses’ lags,
Don’t drēve the waggon into theäsem quags.
(3) You build your lwoads up tight enough to ride.
(1) I can’t do less, d’ye know, wi’ you vor guide.
