LET en zit, wi’ his dog an’ his cat, him

Wi’ their noses a-turn'd to the vier, fire

An’ have all that a man should desire;

But there idden much reädship in that. isn't, sense

Whether vo'k mid have childern or no, folk may

Wou'dden meäke mighty odds in the maïn;

They do bring us mwore jaÿ wi’ mwore ho, joy, care

An’ wi’ nwone we've less jaÿ wi’ less païn.

We be all lik’ a zull's idle sheäre out, plough's, share

An’ shall rust out, unless we do wear out,

Lik’ do-nothèn, rue-nothèn,

Dead alive dumps.

As vor me, why my life idden bound isn't

To my own heart alwone, among men;

I do live in myzelf, an’ ageän

In the lives o’ my childern all round:

I do live wi’ my bwoy in his plaÿ,

An’ ageän wi’ my maïd in her zongs; daughter

An’ my heart is a-stirr'd wi’ their jaÿ,

An’ would burn at the zight o’ their wrongs.

I ha’ nine lives, an’ zoo if a half so

O'm do cry, why the rest o'm mid laugh of them, may

All so plaÿvully, jaÿvully,

Happy wi’ hope.

Tother night I come hwome a long road,

When the weather did sting an’ did vreeze;

An’ the snow—vor the day had a-snow'd—

Wer avroze on the boughs o’ the trees;

An’ my tooes an’ my vingers wer num’, toes

An’ my veet wer so lumpy as logs,

An’ my ears wer so red's a cock's cwom’; comb

An my nose wer so cwold as a dog's;

But so soon's I got hwome I vorgot

Where my limbs wer a-cwold or wer hot,

When wi’ loud cries an’ proud cries

They coll'd me so cwold. hugged

Vor the vu'st that I happen'd to meet first

Come to pull my girtcwoat vrom my eärm, greatcoat, arm

An’ another did rub my feäce warm,

An’ another hot-slipper'd my veet;

While their mother did cast on a stick,

Vor to keep the red vier alive; fire

An’ they all come so busy an’ thick

As the bees vlee-èn into their hive, flying

An’ they meäde me so happy an’ proud,

That my heart could ha’ crow'd out a-loud;

They did tweil zoo, an’ smile zoo, toil so

An’ coll me so cwold.