Catty Cutty of Edinburgh

Hullo an please to be bearin in mind tha I hae a harder time crossin the lnaguage barrier as we call it, I never learned writin so I'm talkin an layin th man do hae best fer translatin onto the page.

My'name be Catty Cutty, ceptin I spelt it with a K, I did learn the signin o my name an had it wi a K. I'm from Ediburgh an was a lady o ill-repute as even then they callt us, an I was skushed by the fallin o a large stone what they were tryin to piece inta th castle there some time back. I dinna know when was that, only tha I nay longer had to work fat old drunk men fer th keepin o meself, so's many a year I just dinna aught but sit and walk. Nay did i be haen th desires ta be exercisin me skills such as were they til my comin upon this bunch. Truly it were all a turnaboot fer me, never havin much ken aboot the Almighty ceptin what them awful Presbyterian folk would yell at me, sometimes ta th thrown a rocks an mud at me poor self. Yet were no surprise th goodmen hae dun th same would sooner be late call upon fer a roll in the hay an th partin with a handful o pence fer their pleasures, such as were they. Dregs all, lower than e'er could I hae sunk, pious ta tha last one.

Tha all be bein gone long noo, I ken a life o Deity in me, sich ne'er been heard nir seen in any kirk or kirkmen. Na I hae life an tha most abundantly, ta be sure of it!