In mother's bit o' bee-pot ground,
She meäde us up a treat all round
O' sillibub to drink.
READEN OV A HEAD-STWONE.
As I wer readèn ov a stwone
In Grenley church-yard all alwone,
A little maïd ran up, wi' pride
To zee me there, an' push'd a-zide
A bunch o' bennets that did hide