Like Billy Watson’ lonnin’ of a lownd summer neeght.
Yan likes to trail ow’r t’ Sealand-fields an’ watch for t’ comin’ tide,
Or slare whoar t’ Green hes t’ Ropery an’ t’ Shore of ayder side—
T’ Weddriggs road’s a lāl-used road, an’ reeght for coortin toke—
An’ Lowca’ lonnin’s reeght for them ’at like a langsome woke—
Yan’s reeght aneuf up t’ Lime-road, or t’ Waggon-way, or t’ Ghyll,
An’ reeght for ram’lin’s Cūnning-wood or Scattermascot hill.
Ther’s many spots ’at’s reeght aneuf, but nin o’ ways so reeght
As Billy Watson’ lonnin’ of a lownd summer neeght.
Sec thowtes as thur com’ thick lang sen to yan, a lonterin’ lad,