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Ah reeally tliowght, if yoo'll beleeave me,
'At hell vvur oppen te receeave me,
Sum sed the Lord wad seean releeave me,
He wur mah keeper ; Bud all they sed did nowght but greeave me.
An' cut me deeper.
Ah dreeaded th' Almighty's froon. An' wander'd greeatin up an' doon, Nowther it' coontry nor i't' toon
Neea rist Ah fand ; Mah sins, like stars, did me surroon'.
Or heeaps o' sand.
Then varry seean t'repoort wur rais'd, An' all roond t'village it wur blaz'd, Awd Isaac, he wur gangin craz'd
An' nowght seea seer ; Mah cottage then for days an' days
Neea sowl com near.
At thowghts ov ivverlastin pains. An' bein bund iv endless chains, Mah bleead, like ice, ran thruff mah veins
Wi' shivrin dreead ; Ah cudden't sleep, an' Ah forgat
Te eat mah breead.
At last this gud man com ageean. For which mah heart wur glad an' fain. Just like a thorsty land for rain,
Ah sat quite neear him ; Whahl ivv'ry organ ov mah sowl,
Wur bent te heear liim.
