Good morrow, Johnny, hoo d’ye deea?
If ya’re ganning mah road, Ah’ll gan wi’ ya.
Hoo cau’d this mornin’ t’ wind diz blaw—
Ah think wa seean s’all ’a’e sum snaw.
Johnny.
Aye, Simon, seea wa s’all ere lang.
Ah ’s Bedale wards; Ah wish ya’d gan,
Foor Ah’ve a dowter leeatly deead—
Ah’s boon ti git her coffin meead.
Simon.