Coom, don on thy bonnet an’ shawl,
An’ straighten thy cap an’ thy hair;
I’s really beginnin’ to stall
To see thee sit dazzin’ i’ t’ chair.

Sea coom, let us tak a walk oot,
For t’ air is as warm as a bee;
I hennot a morsel o’ doot
It’ll help beath lile Willy an’ thee.

We’ll gan reet throo t’ Middle Toon,
As far as to Reavensgill Heead;
When thar, we can sit wersens doon
On t’ crags close at side o’ t’ becksteead.

An’ then, oh! hoo grand it’ll be
To pass a few minutes away,
An’ listen t’ birds sing on each tree
Their carols for closin’ the day.

An’ all aboot t’ green nobby hills,
T’ lile daisies their beauties will show;
An’ t’ perfume at Flora distils
Like breath o’ the mornin’ will blow.

Then don on thy bonnet an’ shawl,
An’ coom let’s be walkin’ away;
I’s fairly beginnin’ to stall
To see thee sit dazzin’ all t’ day.

Thomas Blackah