Tull’t ageàn i’t’ public-hooses,
Whilk an’ Cūrsty dūdn’t care;
Adam Gill’s, or Mistress Boose’s,
T’ Yak, t’ Queen’s Heed, or t’ Hoonds an’ Hare.
Through them o’ t’ wife whiles went laitin’—
Whiles, for hours an’ hours an’ en’,
In their shandry sat she waitin’,
Coald on t’ street, for Cūrsty Benn.
Ya’ fine neet when leàt she gat him—
Fairly forced to flyte, t’ poor deàm