(1) Well, there, the vu'st lwoad we've a-haul'd to day
Is here a-stoodèd in theäse bed o' clay.
Here's rotten groun'! an' how the wheels do cut!
The little woone's a-zunk up to the nut.
(3) An' yeet this rotten groun' don't reach a lug.
(1) Well, come, then, gi'e the plow another tug.
(2) They meäres wull never pull the waggon out,
A-lwoaded, an' a-stoodèd in thik rout.
(3) We'll try. Come, Smiler, come! C'up, Whitevoot, gee!
(2) White-voot wi' lags all over mud! Hee! Hee!