To chat wi' William Wellburn.
Aye, aye, it mid be true that zome,
When they do wander out vrom hwome,
Do leäve their nearest friends behind,
Bwoth out o' zight, an' out o' mind;
But John an' I ha' ties to bind
Our souls together, vur or near,
For, who is he but John o' Weer.
An' I, but William Wellburn.
Look, there he is, with twinklèn eyes,