An' she can iorn up an' vwold
A book o' clothes wï' young or wold,
An' zalt an' roll the butter;
An' meäke brown bread, an' elder wine,
An' zalt down meat in pans o' brine,
An' do what you can put her.
Zoo if you've wherewi', an' would vind
A wife wo'th lookèn ā'ter,
Goo an' get a farmer in the mind
To gi'e ye his woldest dā'ter.