Ny Kiarkyn Skibbylt ec Alice
Ta cooinaghtyn aym, tra va mee my ghuilley aeg, jeh shenn ven va ny baghey
ec Close y Kee enmyssit Alice Condra. V'ee ny ben chenjal as v'ee meen,
as ren ee argid whaaley as karraghey coamrey as y lheid da sleih ayns y
skeerey. Dinsh Illiam y Kennaugh dou keayrt dy row dy dug e vummig
eh hug Alice tra v'eh agh stuggey dy charraghey ny breechyn echey.
Va laa aalin as cheh ayns yn arragh as tra raink Illiam dys Close y Kee,
hooar eh Alice jeeaghyn er ny kiarkyn eck ayns magher-arroo. Va ny
kiarkyn skibbylt mygeayrt as rinkal myr fir ass nyn geeaillyn.
“Ayns ennym Yee, c'red ta er jeet er ny kiarkyn, Alice?”
“Ta ny kiarkyn mie dy liooar,” dreggyr Alice, “ga dy vel ad cloie myr
fir scooirit. Ren mee braagyn beggey daue ass calico as whaal mee ad er nyn
groagyn. Myr thunnagyn ad nish, whooinney, as ta shen yn oyr t'ad
jannoo gennal.”
“Cha vaik mee rieau y lheid roie,” dooyrt Illiam, “agh nagh vel red
quaagh eh dy yannoo?”
“Well,” dinsh Alice, “honnick Mnr Sayle my chiarkyn ayns e vagher fastyr
jea as va boirey ayn er y fa dy row ad screebey as skeaylley ny rassyn
echey. Ta shen yn oyr ren mee carraneyn daue!”