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I tell her she’s reeght, an’ git “M’appen I may!”

“M’appen I may,” she’ll say, “m’appen I may,

Thou kens lal aboot it, but m’appen I may!”

There’s nūt mickle on her,—we ken ’at gud stuff

Laps up i’ lal bundles, an’ she’s lal aneuf;

There’s nowte aboot Dinah were better away

But her comical2 ower-wūrd “M’appen I may.”

“M’appen I may,” it’s still, “m’appen I may.”

Whativer yan wants yan gits “m’appen I may!”

An’ it shaps to be smittal; whoariver I gang,

I can’t tell a stwory—I can’t sing a sang—

I can’t hod a crack, nay!—I can’t read nor pray

Widout bringin’ in her dang’t “M’appen I may.”

“M’appen I may,” it cūms, “m’appen I may;”

Asteed of Amen, I say “m’appen I may.”

But she met me ya neeght aside Pards’aw Lea yatt—

I tock her seàf heàm, but I keep’t her oot leàt,

An’ offen I said i’ my oan canny way,

“Will t’é like me a lal bit?”—“Whey,—M’appen I may!

M’appen I may, Harry—m’appen I may;

Thou’s rayder a hoaf-thick, but m’appen I may!”

I prist her to wed mé—I said I was pooar,

But eddlin aneuf to keep hung-er frayt’ dooar.