Vor thik is a-reckon'd that's down,
As mother, a-neämèn her childern to vo'ks,
Meäde dree when but two wer a-voun';
An' zaid that hereafter she knew she should zee
Why God, that's above,
Vound fit in his love
To strike wi' his han' the poor maïd an' her tree.
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