At number seven there's nob'dy lives, they left it yesterday;
Th' bum-baylis coom an' marked their things, an' took 'em a' away.
They hardly filled a donkey cart-aw know nowt wheer they went-
But they say th' chap spent his brass o' drink instead o' payin' th' rent.
Samuel Laycock: "Bowton's Yard."
In this branch of the law it cannot