Styen

Huge abutments o' styen, aw think they are call'd

Ye wad thought his feet was myed o' styen, He gaw sic thuds wi' dancin-o

Te kill a fish, or owt else, thoo Must hev a heart o' styen, man

He's warked as debbity an' been night lost— Haaf barried under sum greet faall o' styen