I mūn gang till Kes’ick wi’ him!”
Nowte ageàn’t said Cursty Benn.
When they dadg’t away togidder,
O’ row’t reet a canny bit;
Cūrsty, pleas’t to market wid her,
Tiped his pints, but dūdn’t sit.
No’but for a bit it lastit—
Sooa ’t’s been afoor an’ sen!
When fwoke thowte she’d wiled him past it,
Tull’t ageàn went Cūrsty Benn.—