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| (1) THERE be the greyhounds! lo’k! an’ there ’s the heäre! | |
| (2) What houn’s, the squier’s, Thomas? where, then, where? | |
| (1) Why, out in Ash Hill, near the barn, behind | |
| Thik tree. (3) The pollard? (1) Pollard! no! b ’ye blind? | |
| (2) There, I do zee em over-right thik cow. | 5 |
| (3) The red woone? (1) No, a mile beyand her now. | |
| (3) Oh! there ’s the heäre, a-meäkèn for the drong. | |
| (2) My goodness! How the dogs do zweep along, | |
| A-pokèn out their pweinted noses’ tips. | |
| (3) He can’t allow hizzelf much time vor slips! | 10 |
| (1) They ’ll hab en, after all, I ’ll bet a crown. | |
| (2) Done vor a crown. They woon’t! He ’s gwäin to groun’. | |
| (3) He is! (1) He idden! (3) Ah! ’t is well his tooes | |
| Ha’ got noo corns, inside o’ hobnail shoes. | |
| (1) He ’s geäme a-runnèn too. Why, he do mwore | 15 |
| Than eärn his life. (3) His life wer his avore. | |
| (1) There, now the dogs wull turn en. (2) No! He ’s right. | |
| (1) He idden! (2) Ees he is! (3) He ’s out o’ zight. | |
| (1) Aye, aye. His mettle wull be well a-tried | |
| Agwaïn down Verny Hill, o’ t’ other zide. | 20 |
| They ’ll have en there. (3) O no! a vew good hops | |
| Wull teäke en on to Knapton Lower Copse. | |
| (2) An’ that ’s a meesh that he ’ve a-took avore. | |
| (3) Ees, that ’s his hwome. (1) He ’ll never reach his door. | |
| (2) He wull. (1) He woon’t. (3) Now, hark, d’ye heär em now? | 25 |
| (2) O! here ’s a bwoy a-come athirt the brow | |
| O’Knapton Hill. We ’ll ax en. (1) Here, my bwoy! | |
| Canst tell us where ’s the heäre? (4) He ’s got awoy. | |
| (2) Ees, got awoy, in coo’se, I never zeed A heäre a-scotèn on wi’ half his speed. | |
| (1) Why, there, the dogs be wold, an’ half a-done. | 30 |
| They can’t catch anything wi’ lags to run. | |
| (2) Vrom vu’st to last they had but little chance | |
| O’ catchèn o”n. (3) They had a perty dance. | |
| (1) No, catch en, no! I little thought they would; | |
| He know’d his road too well to Knapton Wood. | 35 |
| (3) No! no! I wish the squier would let me feäre | |
| On rabbits till his hounds do catch thik heäre. | |
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