Till th' time comes when aw may lig daan
beside them four bairns an' ther mother.

An' aw think what a glorious Christmas day
'twod ha been
If aw'd gooan to that place where ther's noa moor cares,
nor partin, nor sorrow;
An aw knaw they're thear,
or that dream aw should niver ha seen,
But aw'll try to be patient,
an' maybe shoo'll come fotch me to-morrow.




Billy Bumble's Bargain.

Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig,
Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors say;
An' mony a mile he had to trig
One sweltin' summer day;
But Billy didn't care a fig,
He said he'd mak it pay;
He _knew_ it wor a bargain,
An' he cared net who said nay.

He browt it hooam to Ploo Croft loin,
But what wor his surprise
To find all th' neighbors standing aat,
We oppen maaths an' eyes;