MEAKEN UP A MIFF.
Vorgi'e me, Jenny, do! an' rise
Thy hangèn head an' teary eyes,
An' speak, vor I've a-took in lies,
An' I've a-done thee wrong;
But I wer twold,—an' thought 'twer true,—
That Sammy down at Coome an' you
Wer at the feäir, a-walkèn drough
The pleäce the whole day long.