A niver in his life avaur
'ad been athin BejwActer;
A thawt, an if a war alive,
That zummet war tha matter.
Tha houzen cling'd together zaw!
Tha gennelmen an ladies!
Tha blacksmith's, brazier's hammers too!
An smauk whauriver trade is.
Bit how a com'd athin a cawch
A war amaz'd at thenkin;
A thawt, vor sartin, a must be
A auvercome wi' drenkin.
ThAc ax'd en nif a'd please to g'out
An ta tha yalhouse g'in;
Bit thAc zo clooA¤se about en dring'd
A cood'n goo athin.
Ta g'under 'em or g'auver 'em
A try'd booActh grate and smAcll;
Bit g'under, g'auver, g'in, or g'out,
A cood'n than at Acll.
"Lord bless ye! gennel-vawk!" zed he,
I'm come to Glassenberry
To zee tha Torr an Hawly Thorn;
What makes ye look za merry?"
"Why mister wizard? dwont ye knaw,
TheA¤se town is cAcll'd BejwActer!"
Cried out a whipper-snapper man:
ThAc all bust out in lAcughter.
"I be'nt a wizard, zur!" a zed;
"Bit I'm a little titch'd; [Footnote: Touched.
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