Two skulls steead in a hooel i’ t’ wo’, aside o’ t’ wide stair heead,
At āld Co’garth, an’ theear they gurn’t, a warnin’ fray aboon.
“An’, ivery mak’ o’ pains they teeuk ut git ’em druven away—
They buriet them, they born’t them weel, they bray’t them till they brak’,
They sunk ’em full’t wi’ leed i’ t’ lake, they pash’t ’em deep i’ clay,
But just as Dolly said they wod, they still co’ gurnin’ back.
“An’ theear they’ve gurn’t an’ gurn’t ageean, for many a hundert year.
An’ scòoars o’ fooak ha’ seen ’em theear—it’s neea lees I tell—
Till t’ Bishop[10] wo’t ’em up i’ t’ hooal, bit still they’re gurnin’ theear,
For just afooar he wo’t ’em up, I seed them theear mysel’.