AWD ISAAC.
(PART FIRST.)
Yah neeght as Ah went heeame fra' wark,
A lahtle bit afoore 'twur dark.
Quite blithe an' cheerful as a lark,
Ah thowght me-sel;
Ah sat me doon, te rist a bit,
At top o't' hill.
Fooaks just wur turnin oot ther ky;—
A lahtle plain awd man com by;—
"Cum set ye doon, gud frind," sez I,
"An' rist yer legs;"
He'd beean a bit o' floor te buy,
An' twea'r three eggs.
Ah fand him varry fain te stop;—
His staff he set up as a prop;—
His hooary heead he lifted up,
An' thus compleean'd:—
(Sum fragments ov a gud like feeace,
Ther still remeean'd.)
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