Deean’t gan far up a rotten stee,
Deean’t ho’d i’ t’ han’ a bumm’l bee—
Tha’re kittlish things ti deea.
Deean’t tak a straange dog byv its taal,
Deean’t mak yer naabor’s pigs ti squeeal,
Deean’t call yer maaster’s lad a feeal—
Tha’re kittlish things ti deea.
Deean’t aim ti alter wimmin’s waays,
Deean’t conterdict what t’ maaster saays,
Deean’t hark him back tiv uther daays—