The history of the three,—
They are the little orphan pair—
The poor old man is me:
And on the little grassy mound
'Neath which their parents sleep,
They bend the knee, and pray for me;
I pray for them and weep.
Aght o' Wark.
Aw've been laikin for ommost eight wick,
An' aw can't get a day's wark to do!