As aw passed Wit’orth chapel 'two… Aw’d mi can full o’ teah, an a bun… An aw thowt th’ bit o’ bacca aw pu… Wor sweeter nor ivver aw’d known i… An th’ burds sang soa sweetly,

Backward turn, oh! recollection! Far, far back to childhoods’ days; To those treasures of affection, ‘Round which loving memory plays Show to me the loving faces

Aw dooat on a lass wi’ a bonny fac… Wi’ a twinkle ov fun in her ee;— An aw like a lass 'at’s some style… An aw’m fond o’ one winnin an shy. An ther’s one 'at’s a lot o’ curly…

Why the dickens do some fowk keep… As if th’ world hadn’t raam for us… Wi consarn an consait they’re fair… One ud think th’ heavens likely to… They fidge an they fume an they fl…

Some fowk choose one thing, some a… To grace ther prose or rhyme; Some sneerin say 'at tha’lot my br… Maks me choose thee for mine; Well, let 'em sneer owd Neddy lad…

Sleep bonny babby, thi grondad is… Noa harm can touch thee, sleep wit… Innocent craytur, soa helpless an… Grondad wod give up his life for t… Sleep little beauty,

Beautiful babby! Beautiful lad! Pride o’ thi mother and joy o’ thi… Full ov sly tricks an sweet winnin… Two cherry lips whear a smile ivve… Two little een ov heavenly blue,—

Aw know some fowk will call it cri… To put sich stooaries into ryhme, But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty: An if it’s all a waste o’ time,

One neet as aw trudged throo mi wa… Thinks aw, nah mi labor is done, Aw feel just inclined for a lark, For its long sin aw had onny fun. An ov coorse awd mi wife i’ mi min…

God bless ivery one raand yor tabl… Wi’ plenty to ait an’ to spare; God bless yo an’ mak yo all able To enjoy what may fall to yor shar… God bless yo wi health an’ wi rich…

Another!—well, my bonny lad, A’w wodn’t send thee back; Altho’ we thowt we hadn’t raam, Tha’s fun some in a crack. It maks me feel as pleased as punc…

When rich fowk are feastin, an poo… Ther’s summat 'at connot be reight… Wol one lot are cheerin, another l… For want ov sufficient to ait. Ther must be a screw lawse i’th’ s…

Lord John and John Lord were bot… But their fortunes were different… Lord John was decked out in most… As soon as he first saw the light. But poor Johnny Lord, it’s true o…

They tell me this world’s full o’… An’ each one comes in for a share; An’ pleasure they say is a bubble, ‘At gooas floating away up in th’… But aw’ll niver give way to repini…

Sin Leeds wor a city it puts on g… An aw’ve noa wish to bother wi’ ot… ‘At they’ve mich to be praad on aw… But aw think thier’s some things t… They’ve raised some fine buildings…