Sitting beside me-self in this box
That ya sealed shut with locks-
“I can not really see
Why you’re talkin’ a’me.”
This brain riddle with us talks.

“Put that silly hook away now
Luv, the sheep are allow’.
It was but one night
We spent in light
And still ya wan’ me in tow.”

I gave to you me in clovers
All dressed up a’ true lovers
And I’d trade me dog
If you was me to ‘og.
“But you an’ me be rovers!

We must go across the ‘ills
And ignore the old thrills!
We ‘ave sheep to tend
And need no mend
As long as we gots bills

To pay within our lives.”
I’d love thee four wives
Dead in the ground
Or kickin’ ‘round.
“So get ya them knives!

For any woman so daft
To even ‘and ya a draft
Of a life can’t cut
Me mum’s mutt’.”
Then hand me shaft

And I’ll be on me way
Before ya can say-
“That I’ll miss ya
For more than la’?”
With that, good day.