Wad t’ lass fra Lunnon.
Her waist war nobbut bud a span;
Sha c’u’d ommaist cum roond onny man,
Bud sha wadn’t cleean a pot or pan,
That lass fra Lunnon.
Sha c’u’d plaay t’ pianner, sing an’ all;
Sha’d read all t’ luv taals gert an’ small;
Sha war sharp eneeaf foor yan an’ all,
War t’ lass fra Lunnon.
A leet daay’s wark sha wadn’t start,