As yabble as thee, an’ as weel to be seen;
An’ I med tak’ my pick amang o’ there aboot—
Does t’é think I’d ha’e thee, than? Hut, Jwohnny, git oot!
What? Nūt yan amang them ’at likes mé sa weel?
Whey, min—there’s Dick Walker an’ Jonathan Peel
Foorsettin’ mé ola’s i’t’ lonnins aboot,
Beàth wantin’ to sweetheart mé—Jwohnny, git oot!
What?—Thou will hev a kiss?—Ah, but tak’t if thou dar!
I tell the’, I’ll squeel, if thou tries to cŭ’ nār.
Tak’ care o’ my collar—Thou byspel, I’ll shoot.