No, no! I ben't a-runnèn down
The pretty maïden's o' the town,
Nor wishèn o'm noo harm;
But she that I would marry vu'st,
To sheäre my good luck or my crust,
'S a-bred up at a farm.
In town, a maïd do zee mwore life,
An' I don't under-reäte her;
But ten to woone the sprackest wife
'S a farmer's woldest dā'ter.