Aw saw 'em put him in a box,
An' tak him aght o' th' door.
He niver comes to see us nah,
As once he used to do,
An' let'mi ride upon his back—
Me, an' mi sissy too.
An' if they know mi mammy sleeps,
Soa cold, an' white, an' still,
Aw'm feeard they'll come an' fotch her, sir;
O, sir, aw'm feard they will!