And not one o’ you dree can kip on his legs.”
Derry down, &c.
They left the house, and the path they tuk,
Athert the meadow as leads to the bruk;
And you plainly med zee as every man
Had a pair o’ crooked stockings an.
Derry down, &c.
Zays Mabbott to Ockle, “Owld Tovey wur zurly;”
Zays Ockle to Mabbott, “I’m uncommon purly;[38]
Be mindful, I zay, vor yer missuses’ zakes,