Ti ’ev, like Eve, a birthday suit.
Simon.
Thoo’s reet good, Johnny; reet, Ah saay.
That Ah’ve obsarved afoor ti-daay;
Foor t’ maist o’ wimmin nooadaays
Nobbut put on ther goon an’ staays.
An’ noo i’ t’ toon, ez each yan passes,
Ya caan’t ken deeams fra sarvint lasses.
Johnny.