“ WHEN I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
I used to keep my master’s HORSES,
With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
And here a Gee, and there a Gee,
And everywhere a Gee;
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? ”

“ Was a tatter’t boggart, in a field, an’ that they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a boggart, an’ another he said “Nay;
It’s just a ge’man-farmer, that has gone an’ lost his way.”
Look ye there!
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They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find
Was a gruntin’, grindin’ grindlestone, an’ that they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a grindlestone, another he said “Nay;
It’s nought but an’ owd fossil cheese, that somebody’s roll’t away.” ”