GRAMFER'S FEÄBLE.

(_How the steam engine come about._)

_Vier, Aïr, E'th, Water_, wer a-meäde

Good workers, each o'm in his treäde,

An' _Aïr_ an' _Water_, wer a-match

Vor woone another in a mill;

The giant _Water_ at a hatch,

An' _Aïr_ on the windmill hill.

Zoo then, when _Water_ had a-meäde

Zome money, _Äir_ begrudg'd his treäde,

An' come by, unaweäres woone night,

An' vound en at his own mill-head,

An' cast upon en, iron-tight,

An icy cwoat so stiff as lead.

An' there he wer so good as dead

Vor grindèn any corn vor bread.

Then _Water_ cried to _Vier_, "Alack!

Look, here be I, so stiff's a log,

Thik fellor _Aïr_ do keep me back

Vrom grindèn. I can't wag a cog.

If I, dear _Vier_, did ever souse

Your nimble body on a house,

When you wer on your merry pranks

Wi' thatch or refters, beams or planks,

Vorgi'e me, do, in pity's neäme,

Vor 'twerden I that wer to bleäme,

I never wagg'd, though I be'nt cringèn,

Till men did dreve me wi' their engine.

Do zet me free vrom theäse cwold jacket,

Vor I myzelf shall never crack it."

"Well come," cried _Vier_, "My vo'k ha' meäde

An engine that 'ull work your treäde.

If _E'th_ is only in the mood,

While I do work, to gi'e me food,

I'll help ye, an' I'll meäke your skill

A match vor Mister _Aïr's_ wold mill."

"What food," cried _E'th_, "'ull suit your bwoard?"

"Oh! trust me, I ben't over nice,"

Cried _Vier_, "an' I can eat a slice

Ov any thing you can avword."

"I've lots," cried _E'th_, "ov coal an' wood."

"Ah! that's the stuff," cried _Vier_, "that's good."

Zoo _Vier_ at woonce to _Water_ cried,

"Here, _Water_, here, you get inside

O' theäse girt bwoiler. Then I'll show

How I can help ye down below,

An' when my work shall woonce begin

You'll be a thousand times so strong,

An' be a thousand times so long

An' big as when you vu'st got in.

An' I wull meäke, as sure as death,

Thik fellor _Aïr_ to vind me breath,

An' you shall grind, an' pull, an' dreve,

An' zaw, an' drash, an' pump, an' heave,

An' get vrom _Aïr_, in time, I'll lay

A pound, the drevèn ships at sea."

An' zoo 'tis good to zee that might

Wull help a man a-wrong'd, to right.

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