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102 An’ then, when I ha’ nothèn else to do, Why I can teäke my hook an’ gloves, an’ goo To cut a lot o’ vuzz and briars Vor hetèn ovens, or vor lightèn viers. An’ when the childern be too young to eärn A penny, they can g’out in zunny weather, An’ run about, an’ get together A bag o’ cow-dung vor to burn.

’Tis handy to live near a common; But I’ve a-zeed, an’ I’ve a-zaid, That if a poor man got a bit o’ bread, They’ll try to teäke it vrom en. But I wer twold back tother day, That they be got into a way O’ lettèn bits o’ groun’ out to the poor.

Well, I do hope ’tis true, I’m sure; An’ I do hope that they will do it here, Or I must goo to workhouse, I do fear.

lose your meäster soon, then, I do vind; He’s gwaïn to leäve his farm, as I do larn, At Miëlmas; an’ I be zorry vor’n. What, is he then a little bit behind?