Aw went to awd Tom’s and fand Nancy,
Kiv aw, Lass, thou’s myed to my fancy;
Aw like thou as weel
As a stannin pye heel,
Ho’way to the town wi’ Bob Cranky.
As up Jenny’s backside we were bangin,
Ki’ Geordy, How! where are ye gannin?
Weyt’ see my lord ’Sizes,
But ye shanna gan aside us,
For ye’re not half se fine as Bob Cranky.