"Nout," says Tommy, "I'll swop ivven hands, an' ye will!"
Abey preached a lang time about summat ta boot,
Insistin' that his war the liveliest brute;
But Tommy stuck fast where he first had begun,
Till Abey shook hands, and sed, "Well, Tommy, done!"
"O! Tommy," sed Abey, "I'ze sorry for thee,
I thowt thou'd a hadden mair white i' thy ee;
Good luck's wi' thy bargin, for my horse is deead."
"Hey!" says Tommy, "my lad, soa is min, an' it's fleead!"
Soa Tommy got t' better of t' bargin, a vast,