I shan't be over keen vor mwore ō't,
Not yet a while, you mid be sure ō't,—
I'd rather keep to woone wold staddle.
Well, zoo, avore the east begun
To redden wi' the comèn zun,
We left the beds our mossy thatch
Wer never mwore to overstratch,
An' borrow'd uncle's wold hoss Dragon,
To bring the slowly lumbrèn waggon,
An' when he come, we vell a-packèn