Except for freeatin' 'coss we're parted.
Ther's lots i' this strange place to see,
But nowt at's hauf as dear to me,
Wheariwer its mi fate to rooam;
As that old lass'at's set at hooam.
Awd come back bi th' next booat, but then
Billy'd be looansome bi hissen;
Aw want to keep him free thros bother,
An' hand him safe back to his mother.
Aw think he's gettin cured at last,