We’ve a meäd or two wo’th mowèn,
We’ve an ox or two wo’th showèn,
In the village,
At the tillage,
Come along an’ you shall vind
That Do’set men don’t sheäme their kind.
Friend an’ wife,
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,
Happy, happy, be their life!
Vor Do’set dear,
Then gi’e woone cheer;
D’ye hear? woone cheer
If you in Do’set be a-roamèn,
An’ ha’ business at a farm,
Then woont ye zee your eäle a-foamèn!
Or your cider down to warm?
Woont ye have brown bread a-put ye,
An’ some vinny cheese a-cut ye?
Butter?—rolls o’t!
Cream?—why bowls o’t!
Woont ye have, in short, your vill,
A-gi’ed wi’ a right good will?
Friend an’ wife,
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
Happy, happy, be their life!
Vor Do’set dear,
Then gi’e woone cheer;
D’ye hear? woone cheer!
An’ woont ye have vor ev’ry shillèn,
Shillèn’s wo’th at any shop,
Though Do’set chaps be up to zellèn,
An’ can meäke a tidy swop?
Use em well, they’ll use you better;
In good turns they woont be debtor.
