"Come tell me, and be brief."
Clasping his sister closer still,
He kissed her tear-stained face,
And thus, in homely Yorkshire phrase,
He told their mournful case.
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"Mi mammy, sir, shoos liggin thear,
I' th' shut-up bed i' th' nook;
An' tho aw've tried to wakken her,
Shoo'll nawther spaik nor look.