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'another babby." 



But then when braiktast time's come raand 

 Aw've seen th' suns cheerin ray, 



An' th' heavy lukMn claads have slunk 

 Like skulking lads away ; 



An' then bi nooin it's shone soa breet 

 Aw've sowt some shade to rest, 



An as aw've paddled hooam at ncet, 

 Glorious its sunk i'th west. 



An' tho a claad hangs ower thee, 



(An' trouble's hard to bide.) 

 Have patience lad, an' wait, an' see 



What's hid o'th tother side. 



If aw wor free to please mi mind. 



Aw' St niver make this stiu- ; 

 But awve a mother ommust blind, 



What mud become o' her 1 



Tha knows shoo cared for me wBen walk 



An' helpless ivery limb ; 

 Aw'm feeard her poor old heart ud braik 



If aVd to leave her, Jim. 



Aw like to hear thi talk o' th' trees 



'At tower up to th' sky. 

 An' th" burds 'at flutterin ith' breeze. 



Like gUtterin jewels fly, 



Woll th' music of a shepherd's reed, 



May gently float along, 

 Lendin its tender notes to lead 



Some fair maid's simple song ; 



An' flaars 'at grow o' ivery side 



Such as we niver see ; 

 But here at hooam, at ivery stride, 



Ther's flaars for thee an' me ; 



Aw core not for ther suns soa breet, 



Nor warbljii melody, 

 Th' clink o' thy clogs o'th fiag= at neet, 



Saands sweeter, lad, to me. 



An' tho' aw wear a gingham gaon, 



A claot is noa disgrace ; 

 Tha'U niver find a heart moor warm 



Beat under silk or lace. 



Then settle daon, tak my advice, 

 Give up this wish to roam. 



An' if tha luks tha'll find lots nice 

 Worth stoppin for at'hooam." 



" God bless thi, Jenny ! dry that e'e. 



An' gi'e us howd thi hand, 

 For words like those tlrroo sich as thee, 



What mortal cotild withstand. 



It is n't mich aw know o'th world. 



But truly can aw say, 

 A faithful heart -s too rich a gem, 



To tliowtless fling away. 



So here aw'U stop, and should fate fi'aan, 

 Aw'U tew for thine and thee, 



An' seek for comfort when cast daan. 

 r th' sunleet o' thi e'e. 



"ittttftri^y w^^r 



Another !— well my bonny lad 



Aw wod n't send thi back ; 

 Although we thought we had n-t raam, 



Tha's fun some in a crack. 



It maks me feel as pleased as punch 



To see thi pratty face, 

 Ther's nut another child i'th' bunch 



Moor welcome to a place. 



Awst ha' to fit a peark for thee, 



I' some nook o' mi cage ; 

 But if another comes, raylee ! 



Awst want a bigger wage. 



But awm noan feard tha'll ha' to want, 



We'll try to iwol thi throe, 

 For Him who has my laddie sent, 



He'U send his baggin too. 



He hears the little sparrows chirp. 

 An' answers th' ravens' call, 



He'll never see one want for owt, 

 'At 's worth aboon 'em all. 



But if one on us mun goa short, 

 (Although it's hard to pine). 



Thy little belly shaU be fiU'd 

 Whativer comes o' mine. 



