For Adam gate so mesht wi't fall,
That all o't human race
Grow sadly aht o' shap it mind,
I't karkiss an it' face.
There's noan sa blynd bud tha can see
Sum fawts i' other men;
A've sumtimes met we fowk 'at thowt
They saw sum i' thersen.
An t'best o' chaps al fynd thersen
At times i' t' fawty dlass,