JEFF.
Come, Job, let's talk o' weel kent pleaces,
When young tearin chaps were we:
Now nin nar us but fremm'd feaces--
Few to seyde wi' thee and me!--
Years are geane by twee and twonty,
Sin I kent thy curly pow--
Aye the furst at wark and spwortin,
Were Jeff Heyne and Jwosep Howe.

JOB.
Ay, Jeff! we've lang kent yen anudder;
Monie a time when chaps were crouse,
And meade a brulliment and bodder,
Jeff and Job ha'e clear'd the house;
Nin leyke thee cud fling the geavelick;
Nin leyke me lak'd at fit--baw;
Wi' pennysteans tou was a darter--
I at trippet bang'd tem aw.

JEFF.
Then, Job, I mind at your kurn--supper,
When I furst saw Elcy Greame,
I cuddent eat--my heart it flutter'd--
Lang Tom Leytle watch'd us heame.
We were young, and beath i' fettle--
He wad feight--we e'en set tui;
In the clarty seugh I sent him--
Elcy skirl'd--what cud she dui?

JOB.
And, Jeff, when met at Cursmas cairdins,
Few durst lake wi' thee and me;
When we'd hack'd the lads aw roun us,
Off to the lasses bed went we;
The ass--buird sarrat as a teable,
Legs anunder t'claes were laid;
Forby laughin, kissin, jwokin,
Monie a harmless prank we play'd.

JEFF.
Now, Job, we pay for youthfu' follies--
Aw our happy days are geane;
Tou's turn'd grousome, bare, and dozen'd,
I's just worn to skin and beane.
But maister's comin in a flurry--
Sarvents aye sud meyn'd their wark;
I mun off to deetin havver--
Fares--te--weel till efter dark!