Wi' mighty wheels a-rollèn round
'Ithout a beät, 'ithout a sound.
NOT GOO HWOME TO-NIGHT.
No, no, why you've noo wife at hwome
Abidèn up till you do come,
Zoo leäve your hat upon the pin,
Vor I'm your waïter. Here's your inn,
Wi' chair to rest, an' bed to roost;
You have but little work to do