(3) What then? I coulden leäve the beäten track, To turn the waggon over on the back Ov woone o' theäsem wheel-high emmet-butts. If you be sich a dr[=e]ver, an' do know't, You dr[=e]ve the plow, then; but you'll overdrow 't.
(1) I dr[=e]ve the plow, indeed! Oh! ees, what, now The wheels woont wag, then, _I_ mid dr[=e]ve the plow! We'd better dig away the groun' below The wheels. (2) There's na'r a speäde to dig wi'.
(1) An' teäke an' cut a lock o' frith, an' drow Upon the clay. (2) Nor hook to cut a twig wi'.
(1) Oh! here's a bwoy a-comèn. Here, my lad, Dost know vor a'r a speäde, that can be had?
(B) At father's. (1) Well, where's that? (Bwoy) At Sam'el Riddick's.
(1) Well run, an' ax vor woone. Fling up your heels, An' mind: a speäde to dig out theäsem wheels, An' hook to cut a little lock o' widdicks.
(3) Why, we shall want zix ho'ses, or a dozen, To pull the waggon out, wi' all theäse vuzzen.
(1) Well, we mus' lighten en; come, Jeämes, then, hop Upon the lwoad, an' jus' fling off the top.
(2) If I can clim' en; but 'tis my consaït, That I shall overzet en wi' my waïght.
(1) You overzet en! No, Jeämes, he won't vall, The lwoad's a-built so firm as any wall.
(2) Here! lend a hand or shoulder vor my knee Or voot. I'll scramble to the top an' zee What I can do. Well, here I be, among The fakkets, vor a bit, but not vor long. Heigh, George! Ha! ha! Why this wull never stand. Your firm 's a wall, is all so loose as zand; 'Tis all a-come to pieces. Oh! Teäke ceäre! Ho! I'm a-vallèn, vuzz an' all! Haë! There!
(1) Lo'k there, thik fellor is a-vell lik' lead, An' half the fuzzen wi 'n, heels over head! There's all the vuzz a-lyèn lik' a staddle, An' he a-deäb'd wi' mud. Oh! Here's a caddle!
(3) An' zoo you soon got down zome vuzzen, Jimmy.
(2) Ees, I do know 'tis down. I brought it wi' me.
(3) Your lwoad, George, wer a rather slick-built thing, But there, 'twer prickly vor the hands! Did sting?
(1) Oh! ees, d'ye teäke me vor a nincompoop, No, no. The lwoad wer up so firm's a rock, But two o' theäsem emmet-butts would knock The tightest barrel nearly out o' hoop.
(3) Oh! now then, here 's the bwoy a-bringèn back The speäde. Well done, my man. That idder slack.
(2) Well done, my lad, sha't have a ho'se to ride When thou'st a meäre. (Bwoy) Next never's-tide.