Superstishus Sally.

                      Teun- Maw Boy Tommy."

                      Whe is't that puts the foaks aboot?
                      Whey, Superstishus Sally;
                      An' fills the breest wi' pain an' doot,
                      Whey, Superstishus Sally;
                      She'll give a groan an' shake her heed,
                      An' talk aboot sumbody deed,
                      An' sweet thor deeth she lang forseed,
                      A queer aud wife is Sally.

                      If stawks or leaves float I' the cup,
                      At tea, ye'll hear aud Sally
                      Byeth sigh an' say thor's sumthin up,
                      "Thor strangers," whispers Sally;
                      An' if the candle-wick burns lang
                      Wi' snots, she starts te myek a sang,
                      An' growls, an' sweers thor's sumthink rang,
                      "It's a bad sign," says aud Sally.

                      An' if a dog howls I' the street
                      Wy'll hear the moans o' Sally;
                      She'll nivor sleep a wink that neet,
                      Or let ye sleep will Sally;
                      She sweers it's always signs o' deeth,
                      She'll ring her hands an' grind her teeth,
                      An' myek the neybors haud thor breeth,
                      A deevil's plague is Sally.

                      The witches that ye've red aboot,
                      Wad heh ne chance wi' Sally,
                      She myeks reed fyeces white as cloot
                      Dis Superstishus Sally;
                      Wi' chawkin strokes upon a tray,
                      She leads byeth young an' aud astray,
                      An' silly-like, ye'll hear them say,
                      "A clivor wife's aud Sally."

                      -Joe Wilson