Aw can’t tell how lang man,
All myeking a gam o’ Bob Cranky.
Ma blue coat and pigtail’s my awn, wyet!
And when to Newcassel I gang, wyet!
Aw like to shaw town folks,
Whe se oft ca’ us gowks,
They ar’n’t se fine as Bob Cranky.
If aw fin the Owther, as sure as a’m Bob,
A’ll mak him sing the wrang side o’ his gob,
A’ll gi’m sic sobbling