Tha'd ait me if tha could."
Next day he browt a butcher,
For his patience had been tried,
An' wi a varry deeal to do,
Its legs wi rooap they tied;
An' then his shinin knife he drew
An' stuck it in its side—
It mud ha been a crockadile,
Bi th' thickness ov its hide.
But blooid began to flow, an' then