Folk-Speech of Cumberland and Some Districts Adjacent / Being Short Stories and Rhymes in the Dialects of the West Border Counties

by Alexander Craig Gibson

Sae they byrl’t awaye at the reid, reid wyne,

As the toasts gaed roun’ an’ roun’.

Whyle up an’ spak wylde Wullye o’ Becks,

An’ there fusionless toasts he curst,

“We’ll toom a glasse tylle ilk man’s lasse,

An’ Ha’ Dykes maun name his first!”

Than up gatte the Laird o’ bonnie Ha’ Dykes—

“Weel! rayther nor marre fayre myrthe,

Here’s wynsome Jean o’ the Wylye Hole,

The flower o’ Tundergayrthe;