Aw dooant say 'at yo're sich a one,
Yo seem a gradely sooart;
But if yo' th' Gospel armour don,
Yo'll find it isn't spooart.

Dooant sell yor heavenly birthright,
For a mess ov worldly pottage:
But spend less time i'th' squire's hall
An moor i'th' poor man's cottage.

Point aght the way an walk in it,
They'll follow, one bi one,
An when yo've gained yor journey's end,
Yo'll hear them words, "Well done."

A Christian soldier has to be,
Endurin, bold an brave;
Strong in his faith he'll sewerly win,
As sewer as my name's Dave."




Sammywell's Eggsperiment.


"If my memory sarves me reightly, Mally, its abaght forty year sin aw
tell'd thee at aw liked a boil'd egg for mi braikfast, an it seems tha's
nivver forgetten it, for it seems to me at tha's nivver gein me owt
else, an awm just abaat sick o'th seet on em."