Ki’ Geordy, We leve i’ yen raw, weyet,
I’ yen corf we byeth gan belaw, weyet,
At a’ things aw’ve play’d,
And to hew aw’m not flay’d,
Wi’ sic in a chep as Bob Cranky.
Bob hez thee at lowpin and flingin,
At the bool, foot-ball, clubby, and swingin:
Can ye jump up and shuffle,
And cross owre the buckle,
When ye dance? like the clever Bob Cranky.