Ah hev a sister, Chanis, we both get on richt fine,
She�s five feet fower o� dynamite, hez hert lek pure gold mine,
Ah�m bidin� ower wi hur choost now, ma mam�s on holiday,
So Leith Walk ah�ve foresaken now, in Polteney for till stay.

She lives in terraced hoose o� stonn, ah�ve roomie till masell,
Though bairns at rise at half-past six can make id kinna hell,
Thurs wan o eych, aged six and two, pure mischiefs, thur�s no doot,
Boot Aunty Chen, e "royal nanny" fair can sort them oot.

Wur no alek, me an wur Chanis, hez hur faithur�s chin,
Peedy feyss, a wiry boady, never halts, she�s thin,
A worrier, a chatter box, her towng goes ten til dizen,
White ah choost let e world roam by, an look lek dough at�s risen.

She�ll tackle any kinna thing at�s needin till be done,
Fey decoratin, soartin mowers, she reckons id�s all fun,

She�ll wield a screwdriver at wance, dismantle �thoot a care,
An Stick id all egithur, while masell, ah widna dare.

If ah�m skint, she�ll spare a quid an nivver say a thing,
Though if id gets till fiver ah�ll return id, or ah�d hing!
Her hoose is always lek ma ain, ah hev a key an all,
An if ye fancy cookin� for ur, man, ye�ll hev a ball.

Mind, we wizna always chums, fan little, boy we�d fecht,
Ma mithur hed till soart his oot an set wur battles strecht,
Boot as we grew up differences dispersed till none at all,
She�s no so much ma sister now as choost a richt good pal.