Classic Poem

Who is he I should like to be twold!
What is he I should like vor to know!
Why the Brines' neäme would stan' good vor goold
When the Browns had no neäme a-known o'.
Echo — No, no.

No, I ben't a-sheäm'd o' my pleäce;
No, I ben't a-sheäm'd o' my neäme;
No, I can well hold up my feäce
Where he would hang his down vor sheäme.
Echo — Vor sheäme!

Since he can bestride a wold meäre
His limbs wi' his pride be a-strout,
Though his veet did tramp about beäre,
When I had a ho's to ride out.
Echo — I doubt.

Aye, aye, he mid yet have a vall,
If a half I do hear do hold good;
I could very soon meäke en look small,
Wi' a teäle I could tell, if I would.
Echo — I would.

His pride would ha' come to an end
Long a-gone, as it must, bye an' bye,
If I hadden a-stood vor his friend
As I did, an' the greater oaf I.
Echo — O fie!

I mid be a little vore-right;
But I never do do on the sly
Little doens not fit vor the light;
You do never catch me in a lie.
Echo — A lie.