Little childern a-pickèn o' scroff.

There wer woone bloomèn child wi' a cloak

On her shoulders, as green as the ground;

An' another, as gray as the woak,

Wi' a bwoy in a brown frock, a-brown'd.

An' woone got up, in plaÿ, vor to taït,

On a woak-limb, a-growèn out straïght.

But she soon wer a-taïted down off,

By her meätes out a-pickèn o' scroff.

When they childern do grow to staïd vo'k,