AH iz i' truth a country youth,

Neean us'd teea Lunnon fashions;

Yet vartue guides, an' still presides,

Ower all mah steps an' passions.

Neea coortly leear, bud all sinceere,

Neea bribe shall ivver blinnd me;

If thoo can like a Yorkshire tike,

A rooague thoo'll nivver finnd me.

Thof envy's tung, seea slimlee hung,

Wad lee aboot oor county,

Neea men o' t' eearth booast greter wurth,

Or mare extend ther boounty.

Oor northern breeze wi' uz agrees,

An' does for wark weel fit uz;

I' public cares, an' luve affairs,

Wi' honour we acquit uz.

Seea gret a maund is ne'er confiand,

Tiv onny shire or nation;

They geean meeast praise weea weel displays

A leearned iddicasion.

Whahl rancour rolls i' lahtle souls,

By shallo views dissarning,