There once was a salty old tar,
Whose lady was trapped in a tower,
Her rescue seems nigh,
He's tried five times now,
He's failed, but he'll never tire.
If you can't do the accent yourself, then you will have to befriend someone from Belfast and get them to read it out for you. I should get round to writing another one soon. I've noticed that mayor and mirror sound amusingly similar in this mode of speech. Am I being patronising to the good folk of Northern Ireland? Yes.