An' when 'creech-owl playing, his mind was on his dear friend Mr. Cock, an' he continually listen to hear him crow, an' he couldn' hear him.
An' he ask for him.
Mr. Annancy tell him that he is having a rest.
An' 'creech-owl play an' play till day catch him.
An' Annancy got a kettle of boiled water an' dish it out an' ask his friend them to have some tea.
An' 'creech-owl get very sad to see day catch him.
An' Annancy didn' know whé make 'creech-owl wouldn' drink the tea.
So Annancy begin to raise a confusion over it, say, as he won't drink the tea he must made up him mind to sarve him breakfast.
An' 'creech-owl began to cry.
An' the same time Annancy (that wicked fellah!) take up 'creech-owl music, an' ask young ladies an' young gentlemen to assist him in a noble song which he is going to kill Mr. 'creech-owl with.