We trail’t him oot, an’ prop’t him up ageàn t’ oald swine-hull wo’—
An’ dazet wid coald he glower’t aboot, an’ dadder’t like to fo’—
We help’t ‘im in, an’ hap’t ‘im weel, on t’ squab aback o’ t’ dooar,
He said his wife had barr’t ‘im oot, as oft she’d deun afooar.
Sez Jwohn o’ t’ Rayes, “If iv’ry neeght he maks sa gurt a din,
It’s rayder queer a wife like his sud iver let ‘im in;
It’s varra weel we hārd ‘im though, he med ha’ dee’t o’ coald!
Come, let’s git yam!”—an’ laughin’ loud, we lonter’t oot o’ t’ foald.
Jwohn Suntan’s rwoad left oor’s gay seun, an’ sooa dud Jwohn Bell’s,
An’ Jwohn o’ Craypless Ho’ an’ me went poapin’ on oorsells,