Aw've just mended th' fire wi' a cob;
Owd Swaddle has brought thi new shoon;
There's some nice bacon-collops o' th' hob,
An' a quart o' ale-posset i' th' oon; oven
Aw've brought thi top-cwot, doesta know,
For th' rain's comin' deawn very dree; drearily
An' th' har-stone's as white as new snow; –
Come whoam to thi childer an' me.
When aw put little Sally to bed,
Hoo cried, 'cose her feyther weren't theer,
So aw kiss'd th' little thing, an' aw said
Thae'd bring her a ribbin fro' th' fair;
An' aw gav' her her doll, an' some rags,
An' a nice little white cotton-bo';
An' aw kiss'd her again; but hoo said
'At hoo wanted to kiss thee an' o.
An' Dick, too, aw'd sich wark wi' him,
Afore aw could get him upstairs;
Thae towd him thae'd bring him a drum,
He said, when he're sayin' his prayers;
Then he looked i' my face, an' he said,
‘Has th’ boggarts taen houd o' my dad?' ghosts
An' he cried whol his e'en were quite red; –
He likes thee some weel, does yon lad!
At th' lung-length, aw geet 'em laid still;
An' aw hearken't folks' feet that went by;
So aw iron't o' my clooas reel weel,
An' aw hang'd 'em o' th' maiden to dry; clothes horse
When aw'd mended thi stockin's an' shirts,
Aw sit deawn to knit i' my cheer,
An' aw rayley did feel rayther hurt, –
Mon, aw'm one-ly when theaw artn't theer.