Aw lift the first latch, and baith man and dame say,
“Cruck your hough, canny man, for ye’re welcome.”
’Bout Lunnun, &c.
A shillin aw thought at the Play-house aw’d ware,
But aw jump’d there wiv heuk-finger’d people;
My pockets gat rip’d, and aw heard ne mair,
Nor aw could frae Saint Nicholas’s steeple.
Dang Lunnan! wor Play-house aw like just as weel,
And wor play-folks aw’s shure are as funny:
A shillin’s worth sarves me to laugh till aw squeel,