"A'll barry 'm fur tha," says she.
"No'a thou wunt," says he, "a'll do 't masel'."
"Wall, then," says she, "A'll stan' by."
"No'a, thou wunt!" says he, "a'll can do 't better ma lo'an."
"Ta'ake thy wa'ay, fool," says she, "but gi' ma th' axe, then, 'stead o' th' corp."
"No'a, a wunt!" says he; "a mout want her age'an."
"Hi!" says th' wise woman, "none give, none have; red han' an' lyin' lips!"
An' a want awa'ay, mutterin' an' twistin' 's fingers.
So th' chap buried th' corp, but less a furgot wheer 't wor, a lef' wan arm stickin' oot o' th' gra'oun', an' th' feet 'n' han's a chuck to th' pigs, an' says he to th' gal:
"A'll ga 'n snare a cony; see thou kep to th' ha'ouse"; 'n' off a want.
Th' gal diddle-daddled aba'out, 'n' presently th' pigs 'gun squealin' 's if a wor kill't.
"An' oh!" says th' gal, "what 'n 's amiss wi' 'm, fur so to squeal?"
An' th' dead feet up an' said, "We be amiss, us'll trample th' pigs tell thou bury us!"
So a took th' feet, an' put 'em i' yarth.
An' by-'n'-by th' pigs la'ay da'own 'n' died.
"Oh! oh!" says th' gal, "what be th' matter wi' 'm fur so to die?"
An' th' dead ban's up an' cried, "We be th' matter, we's chocked um!"
So a want 'n' harried 'em too.
An' by-'n'-by a heerd summat a-callin', 'n' a-callin' on her, an' a want fur to see what a wanted.
"Who be a-ca'allin'?" says she.
"Thou 's put us wrong!" said th' feet an' han's; "we be feelin', an' we be creepin', an' we ca'ant fin' th' rest o' 's annywheers. Put us by th' au'd mun, wheer 's arm sticks oot o' groun', or we'll tickle tha wi' fingers an' tread tha wi' toes, till thou loss tha wits."
