A dwalling drumble-drone ie' th' ruets,
An apple-dreane aboo,
Th' yapple-dreane sturtled and stugged ie' th' fruits,
Th' drone ie' th' yavil flew.
T'ould coo cuddled agin th' colt,
Th' puss-cat scrudled a-vigging her claw,
For th' yangles wert just beginning ter moult
Sae the yearth wert laden wi' snaw.
An apple-dreane an' a drumble-drone
Wert aw' ther' wert to zee,
Th' drumble-drone lay deed ie' th' snaw,
And ter yapple-dreane i' th' dree!