I allus were a-frightened o’ the sea.
And burning fires—oh, it would be a shame
And all the garden ripe, and sky so blue.
Such drummerdery noises, too, they be.
4. SETH BEMOANS THE OLDEST INHABITANT
We heard as we wer passing by the forge:
“’Er’s dead,” said he.
“’Tis Providence’s doing,” so said George.
“He’s allus doing summat,” so I said,
“You see this pig; we kept un aal the year