Испалец в колесе (сборник на русском и английском)

This night I lable down to sleep

With hefty heart arid much saddened

With all the bubbles of the world

Bratting my boulders

Oh dear sheep

I slapter counting one be one

Till I can cow nomore this day

Till bethny hard aches leave we

Elbing my ethbreeds

Dear Griff's son

What keeps me alberts owl felloon

That is earl I ask from anybottly

That I grape me daily work

Cronching our batter

My own basssoon.

Can I get a gribble of me

Should I heffer alway sickened

Should you nabbie my furbern

Wilfing their busbie

Oh dear me.

No! I shall streze my eber-teap!

With lightly loaf and great larfter

With head held eye and all

Graffing my rhimber

Oh dear sheep.