Though I should ha' thought his wold head would ha' know'd
That vor stiff lags, lik' his, the best pleäce wer the road.
2. An' you hadden a-kept en so short, he must clim',
Lik' a gwoat, vor a bleäde, at the risk ov a lim'.
1. Noo, but there, I'm a-twold, he did clim' an' did slide,
An' did screäpe, an' did slip, on the shelvèn bank-zide,
An' at langth lost his vootèn, an' roll'd vrom the top,
Down, thump, kick, an' higgledly, piggledly, flop.
2. Dear me, that is bad! I do veel vor your loss,
Vor a vew years agoo, Thomas, I lost my ho'se.