(3) Oh! now then, here 's the bwoy a-bringèn back
The speäde. Well done, my man. That idder slack.
(2) Well done, my lad, sha't have a ho'se to ride
When thou'st a meäre. (Bwoy) Next never's-tide.
(3) Now let's dig out a spit or two
O' clay, a-vore the little wheels;
Oh! so's, I can't pull up my heels,
I be a-stogg'd up over shoe.
(1) Come, William, dig away! Why you do spuddle
A'most so weak's a child. How you do muddle!