Some fowk choose one thing, some another,
To grace ther prose or rhyme;
Some sneerin say ‘at tha’lot my brother,
Maks me choose thee for mine;
Well, let ’em sneer owd Neddy lad,
Or laff at my selection,
Who fail to see ther type i’ thee
Are void o’ mich perception.–
Ther’s things more stupid nor an ass,
An things more badly treated,
Tho’ we ait beef, an’ tha aits grass,
May be we’re just related.
Throo toil an’ trouble on tha jogs,
An’ then like ony sinner,
Tha dees, an’ finds a meal for th’ dogs;–
We furnish th’ worms ther dinner.
(John Hartley)
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