Just Listen To Mi Stooary Lads, It's One Will Mak Yo Grieve; It's Full Ov Sich Strange Incidents; Yo Hardly Can Believe. That Lass Aw Cooarted, Went One Neet Aght Walkin Wi' A Swell; They Ovvertuk Me On Mi Way, An This Is What Befell. They Tuk Me For A Finger Pooast; Aw Stood Soa Varry Still; An Daan They Set Beside Me, Just At Top O' Beacon Hill. He Sed Shoo Wor His Deary; Shoo Sed He Wor Her Pet; 'Twor An Awkward Sittiwation Which Aw Shall'Nt Sooin Forget. Aw Stood Straight Up At Top O'Th' Hill, - They Set Daan At Mi Feet; He Hugged Her Up Soa Varry Cloise, Aw Thowt Ther Lips Must Meet. He Sed He Loved Wi' All His Heart, Shoo Fainted Reight Away; Aw Darsn'T Luk, - Aw Darsn'T Start, But Aw Wished Misen Away. They Tuk Me For, &C. He Bathed Her Temples From The Brook; He Sed Shoo Wor His Life, It Made Me Queer, Becoss Aw'D Sworn To Mak That Lass Mi Wife. Shoo Coom Araand, An Ligg'D Her Heead, Upon His Heavin Breast; An Then Shoo Skriked, An Off Aw Ran, But Aw Cannot Tell The Rest. They Tuk Me For, &C. They Wedded Wor, Sooin After That, Aw Thowt Mi Heart Wod Braik; - It Didn't, - Soa Aw'M Livin On, An Freeatin For Her Sake. But Sweet Revenge, - It Coom At Last, For Childer Shoo Had Three, An They're All Marked Wi' A Finger Pooast Whear It Didn't Owt To Be. They Tuk Me For, &C.