An engine that 'ull work your treäde.
If E'th is only in the mood,
While I do work, to gi'e me food,
I'll help ye, an' I'll meäke your skill
A match vor Mister Aïr's wold mill."
"What food," cried E'th, "'ull suit your bwoard?"
"Oh! trust me, I ben't over nice,"
Cried Vier, "an' I can eat a slice
Ov any thing you can avword."
"I've lots," cried E'th, "ov coal an' wood."