Zoo there he run, an' gi'ed en a good whack Wi' his girt ashen stick a-thirt his back; An', all at woonce, his stick split right all down In vower pieces; an' the pieces vled Out ov his hand all up above his head, An' pitch'd in vower corners o' the groun'.
"Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect"
William Barnes
And we cudden find the dreckshuns, and we bea'nt no schullards, but we do knaw that two and two do maake vower.
"The Birthright"
Joseph Hocking