Poor flesh an' blood o' wold, O,
Do meäke us like to zee so well
The pleäce a teäle's a-twold o'.
When blushèn Jenny vu'st did come
To zee our Poll o' nights,
An' had to goo back leätish hwome,
Where vo'k did zee the zights,
A-chattèn loud below the sky
So dark, an' winds so cwold, O,
How proud wer I to zee her by