Aunt call'd, did cry, "Ees, mother; here."
No, no; I woulden gi'e thee thanks
Vor fine white walls an' vloors o' planks,
Nor doors a-päinted up so fine.
If I'd a wold grey house o' mine,
Gi'e me vor all it should be small,
A stwonèn pworch instead ō't all.
FARMER'S SONS.
Ov all the chaps a-burnt so brown