Dan's sent us th' baillies one day, For a shop-score aw owed him, at aw couldn't pay; But, he were too lat, for owd Billy at th' Bent Had sent th' tit an' cart, an' taen th' goods off for rent, They laft nought but th' owd stoo; It were seats for us two, An' on it keawr't Margit an' me.