(1) I drēve the plow, indeed! Oh! ees, what, now
The wheels woont wag, then, I mid drēve the plow!
We'd better dig away the groun' below
The wheels. (2) There's na'r a speäde to dig wi'.
(1) An' teäke an' cut a lock o' frith, an' drow
Upon the clay. (2) Nor hook to cut a twig wi'.
(1) Oh! here's a bwoy a-comèn. Here, my lad,
Dost know vor a'r a speäde, that can be had?
(B) At father's. (1) Well, where's that? (Bwoy) At Sam'el Riddick's.
(1) Well run, an' ax vor woone. Fling up your heels,