Our sal went t'church one day
All t' folk stood up and stare
It had a wree ath 'o roses round it and a fither reight down t' back
Parson said t'ent a flower show, 'tis a place o' warship
Sal said yer head's bawd ( bald)
It's got nowt in it, its got nowt on it
Wouldst tha like a fither from ma new bonnet