An' them 'at aw lov'd wor asleep i' that cold church yard, under a stoan:
Soa aw went to bed an' aw slept, an' then began dreamin,
'At mi wife stood by mi side, an' smiled, an' mi heart left off its beatin',
An' aw put aat mi hand, an' awoke, an' mornin' wor gleamin';
An' its made me feel sorrowful, an aw cannot give ovver freatin.
For aw think what a glorious Christmas day 'twod ha' been,
If awd goan to that place, where ther's noa moor cares,nor partin', nor sorrow,
For aw know shoo's thear, or that dream aw sud nivver ha' seen,
But aw'll try to be patient, an' maybe shoo'll come fotch me to-morrow.
It's forty' long summers an' winters, sin tha bade "gooid bye,"