An' mind en still when in the end
His leäbour's all a-done, John,
An' let en vind a steadvast friend
In thee his thoughtvul son, John;
Vor he did win what thou didst lack
Avore couldst work or stand,
An' zoo, when time do num' his hand,
Then pay his leäbour back.
An' when his bwones be in the dust,
Then honour still his neäme, John;