In Grenley church-yard, all alwone,
A little maïd ran up, wi' pride
To zee me there; an' pushed azide
A bunch o' bennets, that did hide
A verse her father, as she zaïd,
Put up above her mother's head
To tell how much he loved her.
The verse wer short, but very good,
I stood an' larn'd en where I stood:—
"Mid[123] God, dear Meäry, gi'e me greäce