GRAMFER's FEAeBLE

Good workers, each o'm in his treaede,An' Air an' Water, wer a-matchVor woone another in a mill;The giant Water at a hatch,An' Air on the windmill hill.Zoo then, when Water had a-meaedeZome money, Aeir begrudg'd his treaede,An' come by, unaweaeres woone night,An' vound en at his own mill-head,An' cast upon en, iron-tight,An icy cwoat so stiff as lead.An' there he wer so good as deadVor grinden any corn vor bread.Then Water cried to Vier, "Alack!Look, here be I, so stiff's a log,Thik fellor Air do keep me backVrom grinden. I can't wag a cog.If I, dear Vier, did ever souseYour nimble body on a house,When you wer on your merry pranksWi' thatch or refters, beams or planks,Vorgi'e me, do, in pity's neaeme,Vor 'twerden I that wer to bleaeme,I never wagg'd, though I be'nt cringen,Till men did dreve me wi' their engine.Do zet me free vrom theaese cwold jacket,Vor I myzelf shall never crack it.""Well come," cried Vier, "My vo'k ha' meaedeAn engine that 'ull work your treaede.If E'th is only in the mood,While I do work, to gi'e me food,I'll help ye, an' I'll meaeke your skillA match vor Mister Air's wold mill.""What food," cried E'th, "'ull suit your bwoard?""Oh! trust me, I ben't over nice,"Cried Vier, "an' I can eat a sliceOv any thing you can avword.""I've lots," cried E'th, "ov coal an' wood.""Ah! that's the stuff," cried Vier, "that's good."Zoo Vier at woonce to Water cried,"Here, Water, here, you get insideO' theaese girt bwoiler. Then I'll showHow I can help ye down below,An' when my work shall woonce beginYou'll be a thousand times so strong,An' be a thousand times so longAn' big as when you vu'st got in.An' I wull meaeke, as sure as death,Thik fellor Air to vind me breath,An' you shall grind, an' pull, an' dreve,An' zaw, an' drash, an' pump, an' heave,An' get vrom Air, in time, I'll layA pound, the dreven ships at sea."An' zoo 'tis good to zee that mightWull help a man a-wrong'd, to right.