Lancashire Dialect
THE DULE ’S i’ this bonnet o’ mine:
  My ribbins ’ll never be reet;
Here, Mally, aw ’m like to be fine,
  For Jamie ’ll be comin’ to-neet;
He met me i’ th’ lone t’ other day
  (Aw war gooin’ for wayter to th’ well),
An’ he begged that aw ’d wed him i’ May,
  Bi th’ mass, if he ’ll let me, aw will!

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