Where you'd a-slidder'd down the edge
An' zunk knee-deep bezide the zedge,
A-tryèn to reäke out a clote.
A. Aye I do hear your chucklèn droat
When I athirt the brudge did bring
Zome water on my head vrom spring.
Then under water an' o' top o't,
Wer I an' didden touch a drop o't.
J. O Lauk! What thik wold riddle still,
Why that's as wold as Duncliffe Hill;