The pattern our vorefathers zet;
But each be fäin to underteäke
Some work to meäke vor others' gaïn,
That we mid leäve mwore good to sheäre,
Less ills to bear, less souls to grieve,
An' when our hands do vall to rest,
It mid be vrom a work a-blest.
THE WOLD VO'K DEAD.
My days, wi' wold vo'k all but gone,