A long chawk moor ner him;
It couldn't be his knowledge box
'At made thi change thi whim.
He doesn't haddle as mich brass
As aw do ivery wick:
An' if he gets a gradely shop,
It's seldom he can stick.
An' then agean,—he goes on th' rant;
Nah, that aw niver do;—
Aw allus mark misen content,