He med ken a lass niver means hoaf ’at she says.
He’s a reet canny fellow, howiver I floot,
An’ it’s growin o’ wark to say Jwohnny, git oot!”
THE RUNAWAY WEDDING.
My fadder said “Nay”—an’ my mudder said “Niver!”
When Willie furst telt them we wantit to wed;
We mud part—they said, beàth—part at yance an’ for iver,
An’ they deavet me to deeth aboot foats ’at he hed.
A sailor was Will, forret, free-tonguet, an’ funny,