"There's winkin Will, and Jack ith oil,
Thes not two war ith shop;
I saw yo pushing lasses daon,
Then picking lads oth top.
"There's Dolly here, theyn tore her cap;
And t' screed wor London lace;
Shoe blacking temd o'hur new gaon,
And spotted black her face.
"Me chears theyn mash'd, me stoils theyn smash'd,
And crack'd t' new table top;