Agnes indulges a flight of fancy
See efter this moagur's aa pit by n we're loused furranurra wee while, moanan we'll hae a wee daunner ootbye eh no? This bar's like a jile. Thurra place roon ahint St Vuncent's Lane whaur naebody's gaunny come preein n we'll tak aff oor claes n pit oan oor wings n we'll dae a wee bit o fleein Ah'll be the corbie an ye'll be the gull (ye aye wis a bit o a gannet) n we'll wheech roon the chumbleys, aye so we wull noo wheesht, no a whusper tae Janet . . .