Jwohn barrow-back’t an’ grey;—
Reet sair I grudg’t that wastit time,
When Jwohn was teàn away.
Jwohn pinch’t an’ spar’t, an’ tew’t an’ streàv,
Till t’ heart wid-in him brak’—
Still aimin’ brass aneuf to seàv,
Some lal bit farm to tak’:
An’ when he’d gitten t’ farm an’ me,
’Twas plain he mūdn’t stay;—
He dwined through t’ winter dark an’ dree—