‘Thoo maun’t gan thruff ’t, bud to’n agaan,
Keep t’ muckheap weel ti t’ reet,
Tak t’ pastur path, deean’t laak wi’ t’ steg,
Foor he’s neean ower neyce wheea’s awe t’ leg—
He’d neb thi breeaks.
‘Ah mak na doot aboot this tahm
Thoo’ll sairly daffled be,
Bud theer ’s a lad theer flaying creeaks;
Thoo’d best ass him, an’ when thoo speeaks,
Talk plaan.’