Dis a roight foin day, Missus ‘hog, *doff cap*
Dis a roight foin evenin’, Missus ‘hog, *doff cap*
Tha son’s com out,
An tha stars are shinin broit ,
Dis a roight foin day, Missus ‘hog. *doff cap*

Us is gurt stong mollers, yus us is, *burr aye*
Us is gurt powful mollers, yus us is, *burr aye*
Usn’s dig gurt tunnels,
Wiv pipes and funnels,
Us is gurt stong mollers, yus us is. *burr aye*

Usn’s whack evil ferrets, yus us do, *whack root*
Usn’s whack naughty weasels, yus us do, *whack root*
Them’s run away cryin,
Usn’s laugh until us dyin,
Usn’s whack evil ferrets, yus us do. *whack root*

Woll, we found yur nutters, Skirril Red, *offer bag*
Yus, we found yur haycorns, Skirril Red, *offer bag*
They was undersneth a root,
A great big broot,
Woll, we found yur nutters, Skirril Red. *offer bag*

Woll, our diggins finished fer taday, *trudge home*
Yus, our diggins finished till the morn, *trudge home*
Usn’t tunnels getting big,
Coz us dig an dig and dig,
Woll, our diggins finished fer taday. *trudge home*

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 347 AF.