Up t’ cellar steps Ah quickly flang,
Thruff t’ kitchen deear went wiv a bang,
Whahl t’ garden roond Ah madly rushed,
An’ plants an’ shrubs Ah sairly crushed
Wi’ baith mah stamping feet;
Foor t’ stuff ’at Ah’d thowt foor ti eat,
Oha! war nut it a sell!
Tak mah wo’d for ’t, Ah scarce da’st tell.
Ti think o’ t’ trouble ’at Ah teeak
Ti git that jelly an’ that keeak,