That lass fra Lunnon.
Ah’ve seean her smeeak a larl cigar,
An’ sha didn’t seeam a bit the war,
Bud then sha war a mo’tal star,
War t’ lass fra Lunnon.
Her shoon war oppen doon ti t’ teeas,
Her hat stuck on all macks o’ waays,
Bud sha wadn’t wesh her mucky cleeas,
That lass fra Lunnon.
Sha’d row on t’ pond just leyke a chap,