Thinkin’ ‘at t’ men belang’d ti t’ hoos,
An’ that he noo mud be ov ewse,
Jump’d doon directly on ti t’ fleear,
An’ t’ thieves then baith ran oot o’ t’ deear,
An’ stopp’d at nowther thin na thick—
Fully tha aim’d it war Au’d Nick.
T’ sweeper lad then ran reet seean
Ti t’ hoos, an’ tell’d ’em what war deean.
Maister an’ men then quickly raase,
An’ ran ti t’ lair wi’ hauf ther clais[88];