Weel met, good Robin. Seed ya my au’d meer?
Ah’ve laated her an hoor i’ t’ looaning here,
Bud hoosumivver, spite ov all mah care,
Ah caan’t spy her, nowther heead na hair.
Robin.
Whah, Geoorgy, Ah’ve ti tell ya dowly news,
Sike ez varra leyke ’ll mak ya muse.
Ah just this minit left yer poor au’d tike,
Deead ez a steean, i’ Johnny Dobson’s dyke.
Geoorgy.