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110 Zoo up I clomb upon the thatch, &emsp;An’ clapp’d en on; an’ slided Right down ageän, an’ run drough hatch, &emsp;Behind the hedge, an’ hided. The vier that wer clear avore, &emsp;Begun to spweil their fun, min; The smoke all roll’d toward the door, &emsp;Vor I’d a-stopp’d the tun, min.

The maïdens cough’d or stopp’d their breath, &emsp;The men did hauk an’ spet; The wold vo’k bundled out from he’th &emsp;Wi’ eyes a-runnèn wet. “&thinsp;’T’ool choke us all,” the wold man cried, &emsp;“Whatever’s to be done, min? Why zome’hat is a-vell inside &emsp;O’ chimney drough the tun, min.”

Then out they scamper’d all, vull run, &emsp;An’ out cried Tom, “I think The grindèn-stwone is up on tun, &emsp;Vor I can zee the wink. This is some kindness that the vo’k &emsp;At Woodley have a-done, min; I wish I had em here, I’d poke &emsp;Their numskulls down the tun, min.”

Then off he zet, an’ come so quick &emsp;’S a lamplighter, an’ brote The little ladder in vrom rick, &emsp;To clear the chimney’s droat. While I, a-chucklèn at the joke, &emsp;A-slided down, to run, min, To hidelock, had a-left the vo’k &emsp;As bad as na’r a tun, min.