Listen, pegs in yeard and stye,
How the Barkshire chaps zard I.
“I wur barn at Kingstone-Lisle,
Wher I vrolicked var a while,
As vine a peg as e’er wur zeen
(One of a litter o’ thirteen)
Till zome chaps wi’ cussed spite
Aimed ov I to make a zite,
And to have a ‘bit o’ vun,’
Took I up to Uffington.