Right off above his two red ears,
An' there he roll'd along the groun'
Wi' spreadèn brim an' rounded crown,
An' vound, at last, a cowpon's brim,
An' launch'd hizzelf, to teäke a zwim;
An' there, as Jim did run to catch
His neäked noddle's bit o' thatch,
To zee his straïnèns an' his strides,
We laugh'd enough to split our zides.
At Harwood Farm we pass'd the land