He'd awlus them a visit pay,
When harty welcome he sud have
Because he did ther barley save.
Brush chink'd the guineas in his hand,
An' oft te leeak at 'em did stand,
As heeame he wistlin' teak his way;
Blessin' t' awd deeame wha let him stay,
An' sleep i' t' lair, when, late o' t' neeght,
His slap-shod shoon had leeam'd his feet.