I don't dread a peevish meäster;
Though noo man do heed my frowns,
I be free to goo abrode,
Or teäke ageän my hwomeward road
To where, vor me, the apple tree
Do leän down low in Linden Lea.
BISHOP'S CAUNDLE.
At peace day, who but we should goo
To Caundle vor an' hour or two: