Befoor yo'd getten wed;
Aw guess'd what he wor tawkin, tho
Aw dooant know what he sed.
But he'd his arm araand thi waist,
An tho' thi face wor hid,
Aw'll swear aw saw him kuss thi:—
That's what aw niver did.
Aw thowt tha'd order him away,
An' mak a fearful row,
But tha niver tuk noa nooatice,