ay the groun' below
The wheels. (2) There's na'r a speaede to dig wi'.

(1) An' teaeke 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-comen. Here, my lad,
Dost know vor a'r a speaede, 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 speaede to dig out theaesem 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 theaese vuzzen.

(1) Well, we mus' lighten en; come, Jeaemes, then, hop
Upon the lwoad, an' jus' fling off the top.

(2) If I can clim' en; but 'tis my consait,
That I shall overzet en wi' my waight.

(1) You overzet en! No, Jeaemes, 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! Teaeke ceaere!
Ho! I'm a-vallen, vuzz an' all! Hae! 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-lyen lik' a staddle,
An' he a-deaeb'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 teaeke me vor a nincompoop,
No, no. The lwoad wer up so firm's a rock,
But two o' theaesem emmet-butts would knock
The tightest barrel nearly out o' hoop.

(3) Oh! now then, here 's the bwoy a-bringen back
The speaede. Well done, my man. That idder slack.

(2) Well done, my lad, sha't have a ho'se to ride
When thou'st a meaere. (Bwoy) Next never's-tide.

(3) Now let's dig out a spit or two
O' clay, a-vore the little wheels;
Oh! so's, I can't pull up my heels,
I be a-stogg'd up over shoe.

(1) Come, William, dig away! Why you do spuddle
A'most so weak's a child. How you do muddle!