Noa, let me keep my farmin', 

 My 'orses an' my dogs; 

 I'd allers be contented 

 Wi'out your shops and fogs. 

 I doan't care for grand houses, 

 An' trams wean't make me shout, 

 Like I does on frosty mornin's, 

 Afore the sun is out. 



I loves to stand among the sheep, 

 Or watch my good owd bull, 

 Or see the cows about asleep, 

 Lie down coz they are full. 

 I loves to see the cornfields, 

 When they are nearly fit, 

 They look just like a bit of Heaven, 

 When on the fence I sit. 



B.G. 



