Byv which sha war ti arn her breead.
Bud when sha fo’st cam yam ti me,
Sha ’ed neea petticoats, ya see.
Ah fan sha’d larl on bud her smock,
An’ ower that a tawdry frock.
Sike wark ez that, it raised my passion,
An’ then sha telt ma it war t’ feshion.
Her hat sa fine to’n’d up afoor,
It made her leeak just leyke—Oh lor!