Ah'am thi' Boggard. Ah am thi' doom. In t' deead o't neet – ab'll bi comin' soon. Ah wait in mi' 'oil, fer't passers bi' N'if tha' on thi' own – tha gonna dee! Sometimes ah throttle, or slithee throat, Than ah sit, on thi' sowl n' gloat!
N' if thi' see mi' flickeri' leet, Stay away – 'ell's abawt toneet, N' if thi' 'ear, mi' gusty groan, Another sowl, is naw mi' own.
Ah'am thi' Boggard. Ah am thi' doom. In t' deead o't neet – ab'll bi comin' soon. Thi' tried to catch mi' n' find mi' oil, But someone named mi' long ago! Naw ah belong, tat world o' form, N't new God's power, can't do mi' no arm!
N' if thi' see mi' flickeri' leet, Stay away – 'ell's abawt toneet, N' if thi' 'ear, mi' gusty groan, Another sowl, is naw mi' own.