When tha war laid—thoo knaws—i’ Bantry Bay,
‘At tha c’u’d nivver all ’a’e gi’en ’em t’ slip,
Bud t’ Inglish wanted nut ti tak a ship.
Willy.
Eah! that ’s all lees!
Roger.
Ah dunnot saay it’s trew,
It’s all unknawn ti sike ez me an’ yow.
Hoo deea wa knaw when t’ fleets deea reet ur wrang?
Ah whooap it ’s all on ’t fause[97]—bud seea talks gan.