XI

Robby, git down wi'tha, wilt tha? let Steevie coom oop o' my knee.

Steevie, my lad, thou 'ed very nigh been the Steevie fur me!

Robby wur fust to be sewer, 'e wur burn an' bred i' the 'ouse,

But thou be es 'ansom a tabby es iver patted a mouse.