“Two oald fwoke, wid a scrowe o’ barns, an’ yā son, jūst a man,—
A handy chap to shap’ a speun, or cloot a pot or pan,—
An’ this chap hed a bonnie wife, ’at dūdn’t leuk like t’ rest,
But fair, clean-skinn’t, an’ leàdy-like, an’ ol’as nicely drest.
‘An’ hoo she com to be wid them was niver reeghtly known,
But nebbers so’ she wasn’t used as if she’d been ther oan;
For t’ oald fwoke soas’t her neet an’ day,—her man—a dūrty tike!—
Wad bray her wid a besom-stick, a thyvel, or sec like;
“Tull yance a nebber teùk her in, when t’ tinklers flang her oot,
An’ she let fo’ a wūrd or two ’at brong a change aboot;