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Rh I’ve a vist vor friends, an’ I’ll vind a peäir Vor the vu’st that do meddle wi’ me or my mearemeäre [sic].”

&emsp;&emsp;From market how he used to ride, &emsp;&emsp;Wi’ pot’s a-bumpèn by his zide &emsp;&emsp;Wi’ things a-bought—but not vor trust, &emsp;&emsp;Vor what he had he païd vor vu’st; &emsp;&emsp;An’ when he trotted up the yard, &emsp;&emsp;The calves did bleäry to be sar’d, &emsp;&emsp;An’ pigs did scoat all drough the muck, &emsp;&emsp;An’ geese did hiss, an’ hens did cluck; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ he zung aloud, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;So pleased an’ proud, &emsp;&emsp;“I’m out o’ debt an’ out o’ danger, &emsp;&emsp;An’ I can feäce a friend or stranger; I’ve a vist vor friends, an’ I’ll vind a peäir Vor the vu’st that do meddle wi’ me or my mearemeäre [sic].”

&emsp;&emsp;When he wer joggèn hwome woone night &emsp;&emsp;Vrom market, after candle-light, &emsp;&emsp;(He mid a-took a drop o’ beer, &emsp;&emsp;Or midden, vor he had noo fear,) &emsp;&emsp;Zome ugly, long-lagg’d, herrèn ribs, &emsp;&emsp;Jump’d out an’ ax’d en vor his dibs; &emsp;&emsp;But he soon gi’ed en such a mawlèn, &emsp;&emsp;That there he left en down a-sprawlèn, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;While he jogg’d along &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Wi’ his own wold zong, &emsp;&emsp;“I’m out o’ debt an’ out o’ danger, &emsp;&emsp;An’ I can feäce a friend or stranger; I’ve a vist vor friends, an’ I’ll vind a peäir Vor the vu’st that do meddle wi’ me or my mearemeäre [sic].”