An' told en that I hoped he voun'
He mussen think to peck
Upon a body zoo, nor whip
The meäre to drow me off, nor tip
Me out o' cart ageän, nor slip
Cut hoss-heäir down my neck.
BE'MI'STER.
Sweet Be'mi'ster, that bist a-bound
By green an' woody hills all round,