Aw have ten or twelve pounds o gooid meit,
A small cheese and a barrel o’ beer;
Aw’ll welcome King Christmas to neet,
For he nobbut comes once in a year.

Send our Will dahn to Tommy Spoyle Wood’s,
And tell him to send up a log;
An’ tell him and Betty to come,
For Tommy’s a jolly oud dog.

Aw mean to forget all my debts,
An’ aw mean to harbour no greef;
Nobbut emptying glasses an’ plates
O’ their contents o’ beer and gooid beef.

Them barns they care nought abaht drink,
Like us at’s advanced into years;
So Sally, lass, what does ta think,
If ta buys um some apples an’ pears?

Our David’s a fine little lad,
An’ our Nancy’s a fine little lass;
When aw see um aw do feel so glad,
So bring me a quart an’ a glass!

Come, Sally, an’ sit be my side?
We’ve hed both were ups and were dahns;
Awm fane at aw made thee my bride,
An’ am prahd o’ both thee an’ wer barns.

We’re as happy as them at’s more brass,
E their festival holly-decked hall;
We envy no mortal, old lass;
Here’s peace and gooid will unto all.

And may every poor crater ta neet,
If never before in his loife,
Have plenty to drink an’ ta eat,
For both him, an’ his barns, an’ his woife.