The clot, up thump ageän the door.
Zoo out run Poll an' Tom, to zee
What all the meänèn o't mid be;
"Now who did that?" zaid Poll. "Who whurr'd
Theäse clot?" "Girt Soft-poll!" cried the bird.
An' when Tom catch'd a glimpse o' Jim,
A-lookèn all so red an' slim,
An' slinkèn on, he vled, red hot,
Down leäne to catch en, lik' a shot;
But Jim, that thought he'd better trust