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| Come whoam to thi childer an’ me | [ 7] |
| What ails thee, my son Robin? | [10] |
| God bless these poor folk! | [12] |
| Come, Mary, link thi arm i’ mine | [15] |
| Chirrup | [19] |
| The dule’s i’ this bonnet o’ mine | [22] |
| Tickle times | [24] |
| Jamie’s frolic | [27] |
| Owd Pinder | [31] |
| Come, Jamie, let’s undo thi shoon | [33] |
| Th’ goblin parson | [35] |
| While takin’ a wift o’ my pipe | [38] |
| God bless thi silver yure! | [41] |
| Margit’s comin’ | [44] |
| Eawr folk | [47] |
| Th’ sweetheart gate | [50] |
| Gentle Jone | [52] |
| Neet-fo’ | [55] |
| Aw’ve worn my bits o’ shoon away | [58] |
| Yesterneet | [60] |
| Bonny Nan | [63] |
| A lift on the way | [66] |
| Tum Rindle | [69] |
COME WHOAM TO THI CHILDER AN’ ME.
When aw put little Sally to bed, Hoo cried ’cose her feyther weren’t theer; So aw kiss’d th’ little thing, an’ aw said Thae’d bring her a ribbin fro’ th’ fair; An’ aw gav her her doll, an’ some rags, An’ a nice little white cotton bo’; An’ aw kiss’d her again; but hoo said At hoo wanted to kiss thee an’ o’.