"Ah've ax'd ar Johnny twenty times
Ta bring a sweep ta t' doar,
Bud nah, afoar a'll speyk agean,
Ah'll sit it t'haase an smoar.
"An then, gooid grashus, what a wind
Comes whewin throo t'doar sneck,
Ah felt it all t'last winter like
A whittle at my neck.
"That sink-pipe tu gate stopt wi' muck,