"Tha villan gimma wat ah browt,
'At day at we wur wed,
An nivver moar wi' one like thee
Will ah set fooit e' bed."
Here t' dowdy lifted tull her een
A yard a gooid lin check,
An sob'd, an roar'd, an rock'd hersen,
As if her art ud breck.
An then shoo rave reit up be't rooits
A andful of her air,