A. Goo in, Ah! Liplap, where's your taïl!
J. He's off, then up athirt the raïl.
Your cow there, Anne's a-come to hand
A goodish milcher. A. If she'd stand,
But then she'll steäre an' start wi' fright
To zee a dumbledore in flight.
Last week she het the païl a flought,
An' flung my meal o' milk half out.
J. Ha! Ha! But Anny, here, what lout
Broke half your small païl's bottom out?