AL Dinah Grayson’s fresh, fewsome, an’ free,
Wid a lilt iv her step an’ a glent iv her e’e;
She glowers ebbem at mé whativer I say
An’ meàstly mak’s answer wid “M’appen I may!”
“M’appen I may,” she says, “m’appen I may;
Thou thinks I believe the’, an’ m’appen I may!”
Gay offen, when Dinah I mannish to meet
O’ Mūndays, i’t’ market i’ Cockerm’uth street,
I whisper “Thou’s nicer nor owte here to day,”