Ringin' soa sweetly o' mi ear,
Like breathins thro' a purer sphere,
He sang soa weel.
Ther mammy, a few yards away,
Wor hoppin' on a bit o' hay,
Too feard to come, too bold to flee;
An' watchin me wi' troubled e'e,
Shoo seem'd to say:
"Dooant touch my bonny babs, young man!
Ther daddy does the best he can