WHEN I wer still a bwoy, an’ mother's pride,

A bigger bwoy spoke up to me so kind-like,

―If you do like, I'll treat ye wi’ a ride

In theäse wheel-barrow here.” Zoo I wer blind-like this, so

To what he had a-workèn in his mind-like,

An’ mounted vor a passenger inside;

An’ comèn to a puddle, perty wide,

He tipp'd me in, a-grinnèn back behind-like.

Zoo when a man do come to me so thick-like, friendly-

An’ sheäke my hand, where woonce he pass'd me by, once

An’ tell me he would do me this or that,

I can't help thinkèn o’ the big bwoy's trick-like.

An’ then, vor all I can but wag my hat raise

An’ thank en, I do veel a little shy.