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,”