JEALOUSY
Reading edition
On Zunday marn dro’ varmer’s wheat I zeed the print and track o’ veet: If I’d a had a rook-gun then They vaur veet would’n a walked again. Two on ’em—they o’ the larger zize— I coulden praperly reckernize. Two wer the purty-printed veet O’ Molly—zo valse as she be sweet. I hadn’t no bird-gun: zo it fell As I maun laugh—ho, ho!—and tell Here in a pub at the end o’ the street O’ the winding—ha! ha!—o’ they vaur veet. But may the zoul o’ him as wore They hob-nails roast vor evermore; And the veet wi’ the instep’s purty curve May both on ’em get what um deserve!