Cinderella in the English West Midlands
The ode fowk uv got their tales
Ay they? They spottle em like rain
To the window but yo’m blarting little wench
Yo’m code like yer fairther oo just
Cum in by the dewer and ee sed dae ee
Ee was perished, sed giz a light chap,
A little bit and do’ mither tew lung-
That ull be bostin.
Everthin’s orl right after yow uv blackgraited
The fire plaice over theer.
But little wench yo do’ know it doo yer?
Con yow ’eer me well-yo’m mithered
By a central question and cor tell if the chap
Luvs yow if at all. But do’ fall-
The lad wuz dear to yow and yow had chapped
Ands from scrubbin’ tew lung with the dolly
Gooing up and down. Do’ frown
-yo’m off to the ball and the pumpkin’s fat
For yower trip in the charabanc.
Yow’ve got a prins somewheer for yow
And them ugly sisters of yowers push do’ they, well
Let em,they ay right in the yed.
Yow doo yowers.
But yower dear chap flew dae ee? And youw think
Yow shor goo theer again
Except by sum cemetery wall
Where unce yow ad yower ’and in ’issun
Little wench do’ do it
Yo’m surely fixed fer the ball and cum fower
O’clock and the dawn
Yo’m dancing and all the swopsons want to tek
Yower pritty ’and so do’ wurry.
The prins ’as already landed
And his boat is ready.
