While burnèn sticks did hiss an' crack,
An' fleämes did bleäzy up the back,
There he zung so proud
In a bakky cloud,
"I'm out o' debt an' out o' danger,
An' I can feäce a friend or stranger;
I've a vist vor friends, an' I'll vind a peäir
Vor the vu'st that do meddle wi' me or my meare."
From market how he used to ride,
Wi' pot's a-bumpèn by his zide