We shootit Edward Beeby up an’ meàd ‘im git a leeght—
He grummel’t sair to be disturb’t at sec a time o’ neeght,
But brong yan oot;—an’, led bee t’ lugs, we follow’t efter t’ soond,
While clwose t’ swine-hull dooar we com, an’ stopt, an’ gedder’t roond.
“By gockers, lads!” Jwohn Suntan said, “It’s no’but Edward’ swine!”
“Nay, nay,” sez Edward, “mine’s i’ soat—it’s nèa pig o’ mine!”
“Well, I’ll gā in, an’ see,” sez I. O’ t’ rest steud leukin on
As in I creept wid t’ leeght, an’ fund greit lang Joe Nicholson
Hoaf cover’t up wid mucky strea,—soond asleep,—and snworin’,
As if o’ t’ bulls o’ Dean war theear, an’ ivery bull was rwoarin’.