Lo'k there: how wet you got your veet an' lags!
How did ye get in such a pickle, Jahn?
JOHN.
I broke my hoss, an' been a-fwo'ced to stan'
All's day in mud an' water vor to dig,
An' meäde myzelf so wetshod as a pig.
CHILD.
Father, teäke off your shoes, then come, and I
Will bring your wold woones vor ye, nice an' dry.