He’s sike a neyce mooth foor mince-pies O!
Oh! kiss uz, you beautiful boy!’
Ah sed, ‘Lasses, beware o’ love’s piercing darts,
Foor feearful Ah be Ah s’all steeal all yer hearts;
An’ then, mah deear lasses, ya’ll sob an’ ya’ll sigh,
When you think o’ mah charms, whahl ya’ll langwish an’ dee.
Ah can kiss, bud Ah caan’t wed ya all,
Bud Ah wad if Ah mud, gert an’ small;
Ah lang for ti cuddle ya all,
For, ya ken, Ah’s a beautiful boy.’