Come to en by his mother's zide;
An' after that, two hunderd pound
His uncle left en when he died;
"Well now," cried John, "my mind's a-bent
To build a house, an' paÿ noo rent."
An' Meäry gi'ed en her consent.
"Do, do,"—the maïdens cried
"True, true,"—his wife replied.
"Done, done,—a house o' brick or stwone,"
Cried merry Bleäke o' Blackmwore.