Aw'll nivver get druffen noa mooar,
It's th' last time is this, an that's trew,—
For mi booans is all shakkin an sooar,
Throo th' craan o' mi hat, to mi shoe.
An mi skin, it's all cover'd wi' marks,
Some's blue, an some's black, an some's red;
Yo connot think ha mi heead warks,
An it feels just as heavy as lead.
Aw connot tell ha' aw gate fresh,
For aw didn't sup ovver mich drink,—