If we don't kill em, I'll be bound,
We'll meäke their veathers vlee, lads.
Zoo let the belted spwortsmen brag
When they've a-won a neäme, so's,
That they do vind, or they do bag,
Zoo many head o' geäme, so's;
Vor when our cwein is woonce a-won,
By heads o' sundry sizes,
Why, who can slight what we've a-done?
We've all a-won head prizes.