A keepèn up o' Chris'mas.
ZITTEN OUT THE WOLD YEAR.
Why, raïn or sheen, or blow or snow,
I zaid, if I could stand so's,
I'd come, vor all a friend or foe,
To sheäke ye by the hand, so's;
An' spend, wi' kinsvo'k near an' dear,
A happy evenèn, woonce a year,
A-zot wi' me'th