HOW TO GROW GOOD FENCES. 245 



" The road, he do zay, is so wide 



As 'tis wanted vor travellers' wheels ; 

 As if all that did travel did ride, 



An' did never get galls on their heels. 

 He would leave sich a thin strip o' groun' 



That if a man's veet in his shoes 

 Wer a-burnen an' zore, why he coulden zit down 



But the wheels would run over his tooes. 

 Vor 'tis nieake money, Thomas, an' teake money, 



What's zwold an' bought 

 Is all that is worthy o' thought. 



The children will soon have noo pleiice 



Vor to play in, an' if they do grow, 

 They will have a thin musheroom feace, 



Wi' their bodies so sumple as dough. 

 But a man is a meade ov a child 



An' his limbs do grow worksome by play, 

 An' if the young child's little body's a-spweil'd, 



Why, the man's wull the zooner decay. 

 But wealth is wo'th now mwore than health is wo'th 



Let it all goo 

 If 't 'ull bring but a sov'ren or two." 



