Vor I shall have seven for my pennèy.
“Oh mother, I’ll set them all under our hen,
And seven cock chickens might chance for to be;
But seven cock chickens or seven cap hens,
There’ll be seven half-crownds for me.
“Oh, I’ll go carry them to market, mother,
And nothing but vine volk shall I zee;
And with my money then I will buy land,
Zo as a landlord I med be.”
“Oh my dear zon, wilt thee know me,