Is theäse job to be done, min:
Why we do want a faggot now,
Vor stoppèn up the tun, min."
"Stan' still," I answer'd; "I'll teäke ceäre
O' that: why dussen zee
The little grindèn stwone out there,
Below the apple-tree?
Put up the ladder; in a crack
Shalt zee that I wull run, min,
An' teäke en up upon my back,