T’ Lass fra Lunnon.
Yan nivver ’ed seean sike a yan
Foor dhriss an’ feathers spik an’ span;
Sha war maistly t’ match foor onny man,
War t’ lass fra Lunnon.
Sha c’u’d raffle on, an’ tell a taal
‘At put i’ t’ shaad Jonah an’ t’ whaal;
Bud sha wadn’t hug a hauf-filled paal,
That lass fra Lunnon.
Sha c’u’d slather oot a bit o’ Frinch,