Ta fotch a coil, or scar a fleg,
Ur wesh a pot ur pan.
"Fowk says 'ar Sal 'al sooin be wed.
Bud t'thowt on't turns ma sick,
'Ah'd rayther hing hur up by t'neck,
Ur see her berrid wick.
"An if ah new a barn o' mine,
Wur born ta lead my life,
Ah suddent think it wor a sin
Ta stick hur wi' a knife.