O' what the letter M stood vor.
An' as I walk'd, o' Monday night,
Drough Meäd wi' Dicky overright
The Mill, the Miller, at the stile,
Did stan' an' watch us teäke our stroll,
An' then, a blabbèn dousty-poll!
Twold Mother o't. Well wo'th his while!
An' Poll too wer a-bid bewar
O' what the letter F stood vor;
An' then, because she took, at Feäir,