Soa aw'll oppen thee th' window—farewell!
Off tha goas, bonny fly!—An' it went.
Uncle Ben.
A gradely chap wor uncle Ben
As iver lived ith' fowd:
He made a fortun for hissen,
An' lived on't when he'r owd.
His yed wor like a snow drift,
An' his face wor red an' breet,
An' his heart wor like a feather,