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Rh An’ little Jack, you know, ’s a-gwaïn to eärn A penny too, a-keepèn birds off corn.

O brave! What wages do ’e meän to gi’e?

She dreppence vor a day, an’ twopence he.

Well, Polly; thou must work a little spracker When thou bist out, or else thou wu’ten pick A dungpot lwoad o’ stwones up very quick.

Oh! yes I shall. But Jack do want a clacker: An’ father, wull ye teäke an’ cut A stick or two to meäke his hut.

You wench! why you be always up a-baggèn. I be too tired now to-night, I’m sure, &emsp;To zet a-doèn any mwore: Zoo I shall goo up out o’ the waÿ o’ the waggon.

is a darkish evenèn; b’ye a-feärd O’ zights? Theäse leäne’s a-haunted, I’ve a heärd.