Why, hang it! I shall only have to eat it."
Wi' that he vled up straïght upon a woak,
An' bowèn, lik' a man at hustèns, spoke:
"My friend," zaid he, "that's poorish livèn vor ye
In thik there leäze. Why I be very zorry
To zee how they hard-hearted vo'k do sarve ye.
You can't live there. Why! do they meän to starve ye?"
"Ees," zaid the pig, a-gruntèn, "ees;
What wi' the hosses an' the geese,
There's only docks an' thissles here to chaw.