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Ah wur at a sarten hoose yah day.
An' t'awd man tiv his son did say,
If all be weel, thoo mun away,
Te moorn te t' kirk.
An' try te git oor wreeghts next week,
Te cum te woark.
An' Tommy, he's i' sike a tackin,
'At cooat 'll spoil for want o' mackin,
If t' tailor's theer, thoo mun be at him,
Te cum an' all;
That's weel contrav'd, an' then yah thrang,
'Ll deea for all.
Thoo needn't stop te gang roond t' farm,
Bud mun be theer i' reeght gud taame,
Ormebby, if thoo dizzen't maand,
Thoo'll loss thy chance;
Ther's sumtaames three or fower at him.
All at yance.
It's ower far te gang a-feeat,
An' if 't be warm thoo's seer te sweeat,
Thee Moother, she'll deea nought bud freeat,
Seea tak awd Dragon;
An' tell him he mun cum next week,
An' mend oor waggon.
Then if ye chance i't' coorse o't' weeak,
O't' Sunday's subject for te speeak.
You'll finnd awd memory seea weeak.
It's all forgitten;
Thus wounded sowls 'at's beean hawf heeal'd
T'awd sarpent's bitten.
