Dialect the Form

re-post inspired by Constance D form contest A BUCKS BOY Aye 'ee is fierce and hale. Four mile to work,across the vale; No slommakin' slattern 'ee, Okkard as an itching flea. Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard, Garmed with mud,as thick as lard, Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope, On is own,allus could cope. Niver sees 'im vexed,or aggled, Even if drenched and bedraggled; In lightning 'e wore niver frit, Though the whole sky wore fork-lit. Grew peas that kidded well, Allus 'ad a tale to tell. In my local English Dialect