A Liddle Drap a Rain

Oi was out inna medder early this mornin an they cows were ahll a layin down. Ah... Oi sez to moiself, there's gonna be a liddle drap o rain afore this day is out. Ah course Oi saw the red sunrise when Oi was out milkin moi liddle maids so no wonders theys all flat out in the medder. Mother too was complainin about her knee. It gives her roight old gyp when the weather changes. A real barometer that knee is, o' course without they liddle wheels and numbers loike. But good as! When Mother starts amoanin about that knee Oi knows we're in for it.
We have ad a roight wet summer this year. Oi has to get the 'ay in soon an Oi needs two good dry days to do it. Seems loike it's not to be, an Oi don't know what Oi will do for them cows if we as to buy 'ay. Tis a shockin price 'ay is an where will it come from Oi asks if we are all wet? It 'll come fram foreign part Oi reckons an Oi don't know as moi liddle maids will relish 'ay from foreign parts. What them foreigners grows in they medders is anybodies guess. Oi can't stand it when moi maids get a dose o grab bag. Oi reckons strange 'ay is just asking for trouble but what is a poor farmer to do. We are at the mercy of the skies that's all, moi maids an Oi. At the mercy of the skies.