When tha comes to the beechen avenue,
I’m warnin’ thee o’ summat.
Mind tha shall keep inwards, a few
Steps to the right, for the gravel pits
Are steep an’ deep wi’ watter, an’ you
Are scarce o’ your wits.
Remember, I’ve warned the o’ summat.
An’ mind when crossin’ the planken bridge, [p. lviii]
Again I warn ye o’ summat.
Ye slip not on the slippery ridge