Well, she left ma aloän at laäst, an' I hedn't a mossel o' hoäpe—
When by coom Harry the hedger, an a' hoickt ma oop with a roäpe!
"Shudn't ha' heerd 'ee, Tammas," he sez, "or knawed as owt wur t' matter—
Ef it hedn't ha bin fur yon guse o' thine, as coom an raäised sech a clatter.
An' drawed ma hon in spite o' mysen—till I moinded the hopen shaäft!"
(Catch your breath, then brokenly.) Aye, Minty wur saävin ma life oop theer—when I wur a thinkin' she laäft!
Then I rooshed fur to catch her to coodle and gie her a greätful kiss—
Eh, but I right down bloobered (with pained surprise)—fur she scatted awaäy with a hiss!
"Weän't niver 'urt 'ee ageän!" I sez, "if thee'll hoänly forgit what's past!"
She wur raäre an' stiff fur a bit, she wur—but (with a doddering complacency) I maäde her coom round at last!