Seea ti lug it an’ tug it all t’ lot on ’em tried,
Whahl they stritched mah poor gob ommaist hauf a yard wide,
Shooting, ‘Pull awaay, noo, Mrs. Ryder,
It’s stritching a lahtle bit wider,’
An’ Dolly, wheea stood just ashad her,
Sed, ‘Oh! what a beautiful boy!’
When they’d finish’d ma off, tha sent ma ti skeeal.
T’ lads an’ t’ lasses all gen’d ez Ah sat o’ mah steeal,
An’ when they went yam tha sed ’at tha’d seen
T’ fresh lad at skeeal wi’ sike beautiful een.