A mastif whelp with other ruff-Island-lik Currs fetcht from amongst the Antipedes ::

Hob-carting Tom and's Father's gone to plowe,
Leauing old Madge at home to feed the Sow,
Ka Tom too's Father; Vather earste tou mee?
I, my boy Tom; wat zest? zay on ka hee
Maz Vather-la wud God eech had a wife,
Ma thinkes eech wudd ha wone rare than my life
Oh boy ka hee tis naught, 'twill spoyle thy groath,

Twull mare thee Tom; twull make thee vull a zloath,
Naie hold tere Vather; wudd tou wud'st not lie,
But whare twull or no la (ka Tom I'le trie,
Eech wott well Vather eech forgoe my zleepe,
While you lie snoring, eech oft crie & weepe.
While you lie gruntling like a drousie hogg,
Eech madditate, watt eech should send my Iugg.
Zest Vather wat tou wult: doe all tho't doe,
Yet eech shall trie my beste a wife to woe.
Wilt Tom ka hee? but I'de not ha thee yet
Vurst ha thy Lond in harte, & then th'art fitt.
Lond in harte? that's vyne ka Tom; Lond in varte,
I'le ha a wiue else Dule himselfe zelue goo't carte
Well Tom ka's Vather; make noe more a doe,
And eech my zelfe will helpe thee one to woe.
Gramercie Uather; zest wel like a mon,
Doe as thou zest; and eech wull loue thee thon.

University of Virginia Library

Satire 71.

[Hob-carting Tom and's Father's gone to plowe]