A weakly fellow flat.
He wont gi'e up when things don't faÿ,
But turn em into fun, min;
An' what's hard work to zome, is plaÿ
Avore a farmer's son, min.
His bwony eärm an' knuckly vist
('Tis best to meäke a friend o't)
Would het a fellow, that's a-miss'd,
Half backward wi' the wind o't.
Wi' such a chap at hand, a maïd