Alls aflutter ‘tween ar wee lass and er’ Da.
E’ freets and stews ore the brite eyes of the gal.
A wonderin er’ abouts.
Ta is a sweet one that covers the soul with a bit of love
From a bitenn of a chait.
For the lor ahigh emself is a watchin the dart and takin the strikes of ta devils and wings of those belo.
Nar laga Dia do lamh…
|Or in Peggy’s case…|
|Her one good leg.|