Classic Poem

Bacon andde Corne andde potatos andde pees
Brewe inne the barel to drink as ye plese
A saucye yongge thinge to holde andde to squeeze
Withe a dimple inne mor than her prety kness
Andde a fir to sitte by as ye kis and tese
Aye boyes! Ther's a snugish larder.

Tuck itte awaye andde washe itte downe
Be noble andde be sure to drowne
Whatever wude putte her to frowne
Tis the waye of the laddes that com to towne
Andde she's hiden awaye inne that trublesom gowne
For the ladde that unhooks her ardor.

Andde don't ye be telingge her of ye're wiffe
Or ye'll hav the tusle of yure life
Andde maybe the edge of a blagard's nife
Or a taste offe the darken Firth of Fife
Be sure ye'll paye for a maiden's striffe
Iffe ye're false to her garter
By hevens the marter
Wil seson her barter
Andde ye'll die ye're deth the harder
O ye'll die ye're deth the harder.