Nah aw'm gooin to buy a ring,
An' a creddle an' a swing,
Ther's noa tellin what may spring,
For mi' love's come back.
O, aw niver thowt befoor
'At sich joy could be i' stoor,
But nah aw'l grieve noa moor,
For mi love's come back.

As mud ha been expected, they applauded Ike famously, but th' cheerman
wor hard asleep agean, an' it tuk a gooid shakkin to wakken him, an'
then he didn't seem to be altogether thear, an' as sooin as they left
him aloan he dropt on agean.

"Aw think th' cheerman's ommost sewed up," sed Ike. "Net he! he's noan
sewed up," sed Mosslump, "it's that song o' thine 'at's sent him to
sleep! who the shames does ta think could keep wakken for sich a song as
that? aw knew tha'd do it as sooin as aw heeard thi begin." "Come,
aw'll sing thee for a quairt any day," sed Ike, "tha fancies coss tha'd
once a uncle 'at could sing a bit, 'at ther's some mewsic born i' thee;
but if aw'd a public haase aw wodn't let thee sing in it for a paand,
for aw'll bet tha'd turn all th' ale saar." "Tha am't worth tawkin to,
Ike, an' as for thee havin a voice, Why! tha arn't fit to hawk cockles
an' mussels." "Well, an if aw did hawk 'em aw'd tak gooid care aw didn't
sell thee ony unless aw gate th' brass befoorhand, soa tha can crack
that nut." "Does ta mean to say 'at aw dooant pay mi way? aw've moor
brass commin in ivery day nor tha can addle in a wick." Aw saw it luk'd
likely for a row brewin, soa aw sed, "nah chaps, we've had a verry nice
evening soa far, an' aw shouldn't like ony unpleasantness, for yo see