Mi sissy wants her poridge,
An' its time shoo had em too,
But th' foir's gooan aght an' th' mail's all done--
Aw dooant know what to do.

An' O, my mammy's varry cold--
Just come an' touch her arm:
Aw've done mi best to hap her up,
But connot mak her warm.

Mi daddy he once fell asleep,
An' niver wakken'd moor:
Aw saw 'em put him in a box,
An' tak him aght o' th' door.

He niver comes to see us nah,
As once he used to do,
An' let'mi ride upon his back--
Me, an' mi sissy too.

An' if they know mi mammy sleeps,
Soa cold, an' white, an' still,
Aw'm feeard they'll come an' fotch her, sir;
O, sir, aw'm feard they will!

Aw happen could get on misen,
For aw con work a bit,
But little sissy, sir, yo see,
Shoo's' varra young as yet.