Our sals got a new bonnet,
with feathers an yella flowers upon it,
She went to chuch in it last Sunday
an all t folks stood up and stared.
Parson preached an preached then said
all them roses and ribbons shouldn’t be wear’d.
So Sal grew bold and said.
Well, look at thy bald pate , nowt in it , nowt on it.
Wouldst tha like a feather owt a my new bonnet?