FOURTH DAY. 117 



OLD GRUMBLETON. 



Owld Grumbleton was a terrible Turk, 



As I 've yeard people zay, 

 And 'a zwore in an hour a 'd do mwore work 



Than his wife wou'd do in a day : 

 " Wi' ael my heart," zays the good owld dame, 



te I 'm agreeable, anyhow ; 

 Zo thee sha't bide at whoame to-day, 



And I '11 gwo driv' the plough. 



" But thee must veed the brindled zow, 



And the leetle pegs in th' sty, 

 And thee must milk the tiny cow, 



Or Tiney her '11 gwo dry ; 

 And thee must mind the hank o' yarn 



As I spun yesterday ; 

 And thee must watch the speckled hen, 



Or her '11 gwo lay astray : 

 And thee must zee to the dairy pans, 



Or the crame '11 be spwoilt therein ; 

 And thee must mind to turn the malt 



That 's dryin' in the kiln." 



The owld 'oman tuk the whip in her hand, 

 And trudged to drive the plough ; 



The owld man tuk the milking-pail, 

 And tackled un to the cow : 



