To this mi' native land.
Awst think o' thee, at's shared mi woe,
'At's proved mi' joy as well;
An' far an' wide wheare'er aw goa,
Awst prize nooan like thisel.
Shoo read it—"A'a, Sammywell!" shoo sed, "tha thinks tha can get ovver me onnytime wi' a bit 0' nonsense like that, but tha mun mind tha doesnt try it on once too oft. Try an' tak' care o' thisen, but whativver else be careful 0' thi umberel!"
Aw wor sooin at th' station an' Billy wor waitin. If ivver aw saw th' pictur o' misery it wor his face that mornin'.
"Ha does ta feel?" aw says.
"War an' war, aw think awst ha to give it up, awm nooan fit to goa."
"It's a pity tha set off," aw sed, "has ta getten wai sin tha left hooam?"