Classic Poem

Now durst onyone buy my pigs?
Guineas I want, ya may 'low meä more,
Coomed of a sow as coomed fro' Briggs,
Tha knaws th' owd boar?

I'll give yon little owd recklin in,
Danged if I wean't if ya taäke the lot,
They're sweeät and cleän as a baäby's skin,
And nivver a spot.

Some hes pigs as greeäsy as wax,
Look at yon lot how the crew-clat clings,
Reg'lar cwoats o' maäil to theer backs,
The howry things!

How yon chitterin' recklin stares,
It'll not sleeäp at its swill tha mun knaw,
Nivver likes to seeä pigs at prayers
Upo' kneeäs i' the straw.

Weigh? if the bairns is like the muther,
And doa theer duty to flesh and boäne,
Forty coom Christmas yeär! her bruther
Hinged fifty stoäne.

Coom git 'oäme and git thy owd woman,
She knaws pork when she seeäs it kilt,
Nivver noä better pigs selt to noä man,
" Heder " or " gilt " !

Sellin'! sellin'! it's givin' awaäy,
If ya 'low meä ma price ya'll git 'em fur nowt,
Whoy, the pigs 'ud amoast speeak oop and saäy,
" Ya begged, not bowt. "

Guineas I want to-daäy fur my pigs!
Dal little luvvies ya're wuth far more!
Gev us tha hand, sow coomed fro' Briggs,
Tha knaws th' owd boar.