His stummack's mendin varry fast;
An' ale!—its true lass what aw say,
He doesnt sup a pint ith' day.
He nivver has a bilious baat,
Tho' aitin' moor withaat a daat,
Awm savin all th' news till aw come,
An' then tha'll see awst bring thi some;
We meean to leeav here varry sooin,
Aw think abaat next Mondy nooin;
To find thi weel will mak me fain;