Thou naws, i’ my hoggars and drawers,
Aw’m nyen o’ your scarters and clawers:
Fra the trap door bit laddy,
T’ the spletter his daddy,
Nyen handles the pick like Bob Cranky.
So, Geordy, od smash my pit sarik!
Thou’d best had thy whisht about warik,
Or aw’ll sobble thy body,
And myek thy nose bloody,
If thou sets up thy gob to Bob Cranky.