To let me goo along the leäne,
He had noo little bwoy to vill
His last white eärms, an' they stood still.
THE BETTER VOR ZEÈN O' YOU.
'Twer good what Meäster Collins spoke
O' spite to two poor spitevul vo'k,
When woone twold tother o' the two
"I be never the better vor zeèn o' you."
If soul to soul, as Christians should,