Aw'st want a bigger wage.
But aw'm noan feard tha'll ha' to want—
We'll try to pool thee throo,
For Him who has mi laddie sent,
He'll send his baggin too.
He hears the little sparrows chirp,
An' answers th' raven's call;
He'll never see one want for owt,
'At's worth aboon 'em all.
But if one on us mun goa short,