An’ sit an’ swing her legs on t’ binch;
Sha warn’t partic’ler tiv a pinch,
Warn’t t’ lass fra Lunnon.
Sha c’u’d sing yan comic songs byv t’ year—
Sike songs yan dizn’t offens hear—
Bud sha wadn’t scrub a kitchen fleear,
That lass fra Lunnon.
A bisittle sha’d larnt ti rahd;
When dancing, wha, sha seeamed ti glahd;
A chap sha wad ’ev byv her sahd,