Ah! hang thee, Bob! don't tell sich whoppèn lies.
_My_ weäle's the biggest, if do come to size.
'Tis jist the seäme whatever bist about;
Why, when dost goo a-teddèn grass, you sloth,
Another hand's a-fwo'c'd to teäke thy zwath,
An' ted a half way back to help thee out;
An' then a-reäkèn rollers, bist so slack,
Dost keep the very bwoys an' women back.
An' if dost think that thou canst challenge I
At any thing,--then, Bob, we'll teäke a pick a-piece,
An' woonce theäse zummer, goo an' try
To meäke a rick a-piece.
A rick o' thine wull look a little funny,
When thou'st a-done en, I'll bet any money.