The usual thing it used to be
Our summers to decry,
Because they were too wet, you see,—
We longed to have them dry.
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'What meks tha sit so quate, to-neet ?
Come, hes ta nowt to say ?
Theaw coom i' th' heawse an' never spoke
O th' time theaw geet thi tay.
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Yo may talk abeawt Growcot, or Postle, or Day,
As runners o' fame an' reneawn ;
But if Owd Billy Putty mun pick his own track,
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Aw've bin watchin' th' Whit-Frida' processions,—
Th' big event uv o' th' year in eawr teawn';
An' aw thowt it might prove interestin'
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Ther's an owd family relic on th' bookshelf up theer,
An’ aw'll keep it till th' day 'at aw dee;
Aw know 'at it wouldno' be wo'th mich to yo,
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As the Fairy Queen sat on her gossamer throne
That sparkled with pearls of dew,
She suddenly cried to a sprite at her side-
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Aw know a wench wi' soft blue een
'At dart forth luvvin' glances ;
An' it's hur aw'd like to mek mi queen,
For mi soul hoo fair entrances.
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Theaw thinks theaw'rt hon'some - doesno' theaw ?
But tek my word theaw'rt reet deawn feaw;
No sign o' beauty con one trace,
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Well, what are ta bringin' us, like, when theaw comes ?—
We're feelin' quite anxious to know ;
Is it good news 'at'll gladden eawr hearts ?
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Aw'd just stopped to rest me, a bit past th' owd farm;
For t' basket wur heavy, an' t' weather wur warm.
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