Wot ever are ‘ee doin’ of! Out ‘ere in awl this weather!
‘T edden’ very often I do see you two together!
‘T’ez cumin’ om sum straim o’ rain, good job when ‘tiz summer!
‘Ere! ‘ark to me! I s’pose you’ve ‘eeard awl ‘bout that theare Incomer!
I s’pose ‘ee’s like the rest of thum from awver ‘cross the Bay,
Cum awver ‘ere from Irelant ‘p’on a millstone, so they say!
Guss on! They must think we’re sum plum to b’lieve in such a tale!
Wawn s’posed t’ave floated ‘pon a leaf, landed awver ‘ayle!
Sum funny things aare ‘eppenin’ now, of that I’ave no doubt!
So ‘way I stank’t outlong the lane, I thot I wud find out;
I gawt down by the rever, this Incomer ‘ee was theare,
‘Ollen like a thatcher, flinken’ watter everywheare!
“Good souls, sure I’m called Piran! Bejabez and begorrah!
Be babtized! You’ll be after bein’ like new ones tomorra!
Seems ‘ee was a praicher-man from awver Irelant way,
They deddn’ like ‘ee’s praichen’ mooch, so they ‘aived’n in the say!
Tied’n to a millstone, ‘open’ that ‘ee wud be drownded;
Sumfen called Faith kept’n afloat, ‘ee soon was safely grounded;
‘Ee lit a fire, the rocks gawt ‘ot, out flawed this stuff called Tin;
‘Ee made a saucepan out of et, to fit ‘ee’s dennar in!
See, this ‘ere Faith provided’n weth everything ‘ee needed;
I wish I ‘ad a Faith like that, ‘ee’s words are to be heeded!
“Come hither! Wash your sins away!” I sed “ang on, old dear!
Darn’ee I ‘aven’ washed ma’ feet for nigh on thirty year!”
Well, after awl that randigal I’m sure you wud agree
That Piran is a holy man, and we shud hark to ‘ee!