Become a D at Meldonley.
Vor Jessie, now my wife, do strive
Wi' me in life, an' we do thrive;
Two sleek-heäired meäres do sprackly pull
My waggon vull, at Meldonley;
An' small-hoof'd sheep, in vleeces white,
Wi' quickly-pankèn zides, do bite
My thymy grass, a-mark'd vor me
In black, T. D., at Meldonley.