'peg Ant' Oald Goat

Peggy Sproat yance hed a goat,
An' it ett t'oald fellas pyjamas,
Sea he hed te sleep bare,
Till he grows lots o' hair,
It fair sprooted, laike wul on yon llamas.
Peur Peg gat gey scairt wid awt' hair up te t' throat,
An' her telt Tommy Lanc 'Smaist laike sleepin wid t' goat.
Am gey glait - t' boss, next thing,
'al be sprootin sum horns,
E's gittan laal bumps on is heid maist laoke corns,
Sea Tommy, her sed, dunt fersake me oald dear,
Cos if sec gaas on, aal be garn a bit queer.
But Tom sed, Noo Peg, thoos garn coontin thi chickins
An nut wid heigh hwopes laike oald
Charlie, cawd Dickins,
Simmer doon a bit lass,
An' git oot t' castor oil
powsoudid wid treakle ter git im ont' boil,
An' then t' hairs cud vanish cu' sun up tamorra,
An' nut be seen mair, laike yon Sod an' Gamorra.

gittin bet'r at tis. these be fun'r nnd fun'r etch one tat i reed.