Alfred Tennyson

“ Woä—theer’s a craw to pluck wi’ tha, Sam: yon’s parson’s ’ouse—
Dosn’t thou knaw that a man mun be eäther a man or a mouse?
Time to think on it then; for thou’ll be twenty to weeäk. [1]
Proputty, proputty—woä then, woä—let ma ’ear mysén speäk.
III.
Me an’ thy muther, Sammy, ’as beän a-talkin’ o’ thee;
Thou’s beän talkin’ to muther, an’ she beän a tellin’ it me.
Thou’ll not marry for munny—thou’s sweet upo’ parson’s lass—
Noä—thou’ll marry fur luvv—an’ we boäth on us thinks tha an ass. ”

“ Woä then, proputty, wiltha?—an ass as near as mays nowt [5]
Woä then, wiltha? dangtha!—the bees is as fell as owt. [6]
XI.
Breäk me a bit o’ the esh for his ’eäd, lad, out o’ the fence!
Gentleman burn! what’s gentleman burn? is it shillins an’ pence? ”