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| AH! sad wer we as we did peäce | |
| The wold church road, wi’ downcast feäce, | |
| The while the bells, that mwoan’d so deep | |
| Above our child a-left asleep, | |
| Wer now a-zingèn all alive | 5 |
| Wi’ tother bells to meäke the vive. | |
| But up at woone pleäce we come by, | |
| ’Twer hard to keep woone’s two eyes dry; | |
| On Steän-cliff road, ’ithin the drong, | |
| Up where, as vo’k do pass along, | 10 |
| The turnèn-stile, a-païnted white, | |
| Do sheen by day an’ show by night. | |
| Vor always there, as we did goo | |
| To church, thik stile did let us drough, | |
| Wi’ spreadèn eärms that wheel’d to guide | 15 |
| Us each in turn to tother zide. | |
| An’ vu’st ov all the traïn he took | |
| My wife, wi’ winsome gaït an’ look; | |
| An’ then zent on my little maïd, | |
| A-skippèn onward, over-jay’d | 20 |
| To reach ageän the pleäce o’ pride, | |
| Her comely mother’s left han’ zide. | |
| An’ then, a-wheelèn roun’, he took | |
| On me, ’ithin his third white nook. | |
| An’ in the fourth, a-sheäkèn wild, | 25 |
| He zent us on our giddy child. | |
| But eesterday he guided slow | |
| My downcast Jenny, vull o’ woe, | |
| An’ then my little maïd in black, | |
| A-walkèn softly on her track; | 30 |
| An’ after he’d a-turned ageän, | |
| To let me goo along the leäne, | |
| He had noo little buoy to vill | |
| His last white eärms, an’ they stood still. | |
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