And thay lived together as you med zee;
And they’d nought but an owld hen as wanted to sett,
Yet somehow a landlord he fain would be.
“Oh, I’ve been and begged me some buttermilk, mother,
Off of an owld ’oman as has girt store;
And I shall well rewarded be,
Vor she’s g’in me haf a gallon or mwore.
“Oh mother, my buttermilk I will sell,
And all for a penny as you med zee;
And with my penny then I will buy eggs,