Vor want ov a wife wi' her thread.
Ah! where is the sweet-perty head
That do nod till he's gone out o' zight?
An' where be the two eärms a-spread,
To show en he's welcome at night?
Dine alwone! pine alwone! whine alwone!
Oh! what a life!
I'll have a friend in a wife.
An' when vrom a meetèn o' me'th
Each husban' do leäd hwome his bride,