Tha bonny little pooasy! aw'm inclined To tak thee wi' me: But yet aw think if tha could spaik thi mind, Tha'd ne'er forgie me; For i' mi jacket button-hoil tha'd quickly dee,...
Here'sa song to mi brave old friend, A friend who has allus been true; His day's drawin near to its end, When he'll leeav me, as all friends mun do. His teeth have quite wasted away,...