Bud, then, suppooase oor plot s’u’d fail,
An’ me foor debt be sent ti jail,
Poor Nell wad nivver be a weyfe,
An’ ‘ev ti laabur all her leyfe;
Foor efter sha’s seea browten up,
Hoo can sha ivver bahd ti stoop
Ti gan ti sarvice, ur ti spin,
Or ivver ti deea onnything?
Joan.
Whya, Darby, leeave it all ti me,