Ez wait whahl t’ heart graws cau’d;
It’s better deean i’ t’ spring o’ leyfe
Ez when yan’s grawing au’d.
Yan better wed foor luv ez brass,
Just when oor een is breet;
Yan better wed when toilsome wark
Upon yan’s rig ligs leet.
Yan better fetch wer baans all up,
Whahl ivvery gam tha plaay;
Baith them an’ uz can laak ti t’ end—