The Widdy, half dead with could, looked in the shed,
But sorra the peat could she find; so she said,
"Sure I'm clane out of few'l, and the could is that crew'l;
Take the baste for a load of Wallsends, Pat, my jew'l!"
Pat went, filled his cart, and for home made a start,
But the baste wid her tantrums well-nigh bruk his heart
For never a stip would she move, the ould rip!