Fray Kes’ick Kit was ola’s leàtish;
Hoo that com’ t’ wife gat to ken,
When i’ t’ market neets she’d nwotish
Signs o’ drink i’ Cūrsty Benn.
Cūrsty’ wife was kind an’ canny,
Nowder gi’en to flyte nor fret;
“Weel aneùf,” she said, “I ken he
Mayn’t be cured by sulks an’ pet;
But I moon’t sit by an’ see him,
Gear an’ grun’ spang-hew an’ spen’,