His pooak o' seeat beneath his heead;
He wor content, nur car'd a pin,
An' his good friend then lock'd him in.
The lair frae t' hoose a distance stood,
Between 'em grew a lahtle wood.
Aboot midneeght, or nearer moorn,
Twea thieves brack in te steeal their coorn;
Hevin a leeght i' t' lantern dark,
Seean they te winder fell te wark;
An' wishing they'd a lad te fill,