For t’ mūrder’t woman wokes aboot, an’ greàns, for o’ she’s deid,
As lood as what we hārd to-neeght,—they say she laits her heid!”
“Wey, weel deùn, Jwohn!” to Jwohn sez I, “an’ thenks ta for thy teàl,
It’s meàd me hoaf forgit hoo t’ snow maks o’ my teeàs geàl;
Th’u’s just at heàm,—gud neeght, my lad, but fūrst hear this fray me,
If iv’ry teàl ’at’s telt be true, thy stwory’s neà lee!”
MARY RAY AN’ ME.
Bonnie Mary Ray an’ me
Wer’ barnish sweethearts lang,