Ti mak ma a beauty, skriked oot Mrs. Sneer,
‘He’ll be t’ taal end o’ nowt, bidoot a sweet leer.’
Seea ti gi’e ma this leer, yan on ’em shoots oot,
‘When he’s tumm’l’d asleep, lig a weight on his snoot.’
Which maad ma ti wink an’ ti blink O!
Whahl t’ ladies kenn’d nut what ti think O!
Bud tha mannish’d ti gi’e ma a squint O!
An’ maad ma a beautiful boy.
Ti finish ma off, Ah needed yah thing.
My gob ower-straight war—Ah meean for ti sing—