We vound we had a zunny sky,
An' zoo wold Dobbin had to trudge
His dousty road by knap an' brudge,
An' jog, wi' hangèn vetterlocks
A-sheäkèn roun' his heavy hocks,
An' us, a lwoad not much too small,
A-ridèn out to Brookwell Hall;
An' there in doust vrom Dobbin's heels,
An' green light-waggon's vower wheels,
Our merry laughs did loudly sound,