An' nose a-stratch'd upon the grass;
But, in a twinklèn, at my word,
He's all awake, an' up, an' gone
Out roun' the sheep lik' any bird,
To do what he's a-zent upon.
An' I do goo to washèn pool,
A-sousèn over head an' ears,
The shaggy sheep, to cleän their wool
An' meäke em ready vor the sheärs.
An' when the shearèn time do come,