I couldn’t tell what in the world to write, but the farmer went on with growing emphasis—
Thaay stwuns, thaay stwuns, thaay stwuns, thaay stwuns,
Thaay stwuns, thaay stwuns, thaay stwuns, THAAY S, T, W, U, N, S.
There was a moment’s pause, during which the Doctor had much difficulty in keeping order; then the farmer got fairly under weigh, and went on—
Thaay stwuns that built Gaarge Ridler’s oven
Oh, thaay cum vrom the Blakeney Quaar,
And Gaarge he wur a jolly owld man,
And his yead did graw above his yare.
One thing in Gaarge Ridler I must commend,
And I hold it vor a notable thing: