A niver in his life avaur
'ad been athin Bejwâter;
A thawt, an if a war alive,
That zummet war tha matter.
Tha houzen cling'd together zaw!
Tha gennelmen an ladies!
Tha blacksmith's, brazier's hammers too!
An smauk whauriver trade is.
Bit how a com'd athin a cawch
A war amaz'd at thenkin;
A thawt, vor sartin, a must be
A auvercome wi' drenkin.
Thâ ax'd en nif a'd please to g'out
An ta tha yalhouse g'in;
Bit thâ zo clooäse about en dring'd
A cood'n goo athin.
Ta g'under 'em or g'auver 'em
A try'd booâth grate and smâll;
Bit g'under, g'auver, g'in, or g'out,
A cood'n than at âll.
"Lord bless ye! gennel-vawk!" zed he,
I'm come to Glassenberry
To zee tha Torr an Hawly Thorn;
What makes ye look za merry?"
"Why mister wizard? dwont ye knaw,
Theäse town is câll'd Bejwâter!"
Cried out a whipper-snapper man:
Thâ all bust out in lâughter.
"I be'nt a wizard, zur!" a zed;
"Bit I'm a little titch'd; [Footnote: Touched.]
"Or, witherwise, you mid well thenk
I'm, zure anow, bewitch'd!"
Thaw Jerry war, vor âll tha wordle,
Like very zel o' quiet,
A veel'd iz blood ta bwile athin
At jitchy zort o' riot;
Za out a jump'd amangst 'em âll!
A made a desperd bussle;
Zum hirn'd awâ—zum made a ston;
Wi' zum a had a tussle.