Their Fred.

"He's a nowt!     If ther's owt     At a child shouldn't do,     He mun try,     Or know why,     Befoor th' day's getten throo.     An his dad,     Ov his lad     Taks noa nooatice at all,     Aw declare     It's net fair     For Job's patience he'd stall.     Awm his mam, -     That aw am,     But awm ommost worn aght,     A gooid lick     Wi a stick,     He just cares nowt abaght.     Thear he goes,     Wi a nooas     Like a chaneller's shop!     Aw may call,     Or may bawl,     But th' young imp willn't stop.     Thear's a cat,     He spies that,     Nah he's having a race! -     That's his way     Ivvery day     If a cat's abaght th' place.     But if aw     Wor near by,     Awd just fotch him a seawse!     Come thee here!     Does ta hear?     Come thi ways into th' haase!     Who's that flat?     What's he at?     If he touches awr Fred,     If aw live     Aw'll goa rive     Ivvery hair off his head!     What's th' lad done?     It's his fun!     Tried to kill yor old cat?     Well suppooas     At he does!     Bless mi life! What bi that?     He's mi own,     Flesh an' booan,     An aw'll net have him lickt;     If he's wild,     He's a child,     Pray what can yo expect!     Did um doy!     Little joy!     Let's ha nooan o' them skrikes     Nowty man!     Why he can     Kill a cat if he likes.     Hush a bee, hush a bye,     Little Freddy munnot cry."