“Like shugar’s thy lippy,
“And thou shalt be wife to Bob Cranky.”
The Crankies, farrer back nor I naw,
Hae gyen to Sizes to see trumpets blaw,
Wi’ white sticks, an’ Sheriff,
But warn’t myed a sang of,
Nor laugh’d at, like clever Bob Cranky.
Lord Sizes cums but yence a year, wyet!
To see his big wig a’ve ne fear, wyat!
So be-crike! while aw leeve,