“Sees t’e, min! that pooar oald mèar,
When she’s full, she’s t’ sense to ken;
Can’t thoo tak’ a pattren bee her—
Drink an deùn wi’t, Cūrsty Benn?”
“Whey!” says Kit, “but tūrn that watter
Intill yāll, wid udder yoads
Sittin’ roond it—hoddin’ at her—
Tellin’ her t’ time mak’s na odds—
Shootin’ oot, ‘Here’s te the’, Cūrsty!—
(Mèars is mèars—men’s nowte but men!)—