An' ran te t' lair wi' hawf ther cleeas.
Twea horses, secks, an' leeght they fand,
Which had been left by t' thievish band;
These round i' t' neybourheead they cried,
Bud nut an awner e'er applied;
For neean durst horses awn nur secks,
They wor seea freeghten'd o' ther necks.
They seld the horses, an' of course,
Put awf o' the brass i' sooty's purse;
Desiring when he com that way,