But went up to t’ Priest’s aboot t’ license that neet.
An’ he keep’t me at heàm, though we hed a hoose riddy.
He said he mud hev me, while Will follow’t t’ sea.
An’ Will! weddin’ meàd him douce, careful, an’ stiddy,
An’ he’s hoddenly been a gud husband to me.
He seun hed a ship of his oan, an’ meàd money,
An’ seàv’t it, what he reckoned harder by far;
An’, ola’s weel-natur’t, free-heartit an’ funny,
He meàd his-sel frinds wid whativer com’ nār.
An’ es for my mūdder, ’at thowte me so silly,