Classic Poem

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're gooin' for wayter to th' well, —
An' he begged that aw'd wed him i' May; —
— Bi th' mass, iv he'll let me, aw will!

When he took my two honds into his,
— Good Lord, heaw they trembled between;
An' aw durstn't look up in his face,
— Becose on him seein' my e'ndash;
My cheek went as red as a rose; —
— There's never a mortal can tell
Heaw happy aw felt; for, thea knows,
— One couldn't ha' axed him theirsel'.

But th' tale wur at th' end o' my tung, —
— To let it eawt wouldn't be reet, —
For aw thought to seem forrud wur wrung,
— So aw towd him aw'd tell him to-neet;
But Mally, thae knows very weel, —
— Though it isn't a thing one should own, —
Iv aw'd th' pikein' o' th' world to mysel',
— Aw'd oather ha' Jamie or noan.

Neaw, Mally, aw've towd tho my mind;
— What would to do iv't wur thee?
" Aw'd tak him just while he're inclined,
— An' a farrantly bargain he'd be;
For Jamie's as gradely a lad
— As ever stepped eawt into th' sun; —
Go, jump at thy chance, an' get wed,
— An' mak th' best o' th' job when it's done! "

Eh, dear, but it's time to be gwon, —
— Aw shouldn't like Jamie to wait;
Aw connut for shame be too soon,
— An' aw wouldn't for th' world be too late;
Aw'm a' ov a tremble to th' heel, —
— Dost think 'at my bonnet'll do? —
" Be off, lass, — thae looks very weel;
— He wants noan o' th' bonnet, thae foo! "