He made his braags avoore he died,
As wi’ any dree brothers his zons zhou’d zing.
Ther’ wur Dick the treble, and Jack the mean,
Let every mon zing in his auwn pleace,
And Gaarge he wur the elder brother,
And there-voore he would zing the base.
Droo’ aal the world, owld Gaarge would bwoast,
Commend me to merry owld England mwoast,
While vools gwoes scamblin’ vur and nigh,
We bides at whoam, my dog and I.