Sticks out his legs, drows back his arms,
And “gammots” off to sleep.
The farmers canvas him, and doubt if he has any watch to his chain. His friend, “by them not understood,” pulls out the chain, shows a piece of wood at the end, and puts it back. The stranger wakes; the farmers ask him “the time o’ day”; he excuses himself, on the plea that last night, having taken a glass too much, he did not wind up his watch. At this—
The varmers said, and did protest,
Ez sure ez we’re alive,
Thet thee dost not possess a watch
Of pounds we’ll bet thee vive.
The stranger covers the bets, pulls out a piece of wood, touches a spring, and shows a watch inside:—
‘Bout vifty pounds thaay varmers lost,
Which in course thaay hed to paay,