When aw laid i' my bed day an neet,
An wur geen up by t'doctur fur deead—
God bless hur—shoo'd come wi' a leet
An a basin o' grewil an breead;
An aw once thowt aw'd aht wi' it all,
Bud sa kindly shoo chattud an smiled,
Aw wur fain tu turn ovvur ta t'wall,
An ta bluther an sob like a child!
An aw said as aw thowt of her een,
Each breeter fur't tear at wur in't;