Poems and Lancashire Songs By Edwin Waugh. Fourth Edition, With Additions |
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COME WHOAM TO THY CHILDER
AN' ME. |
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COME WHOAM TO THY CHILDER AN' ME.
I
Aw've just mended th' fire wi' a cob;Owd Swaddle has brought thi new shoon;
There's some nice bacon-collops o'th hob,
An' a quart o' ale posset i'th oon;
Aw've brought thi top-cwot, doesto know,
For th' rain's comin' deawn very dree;
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Come whoam to thi childer an' me
II
When aw put little Sally to bed,Hoo cried, 'cose her feyther weren't theer,
So aw kiss'd th' little thing, an' aw said
Thae'd bring her a ribbin fro' th' fair;
An' aw gav her her doll, an' some rags,
An' a nice little white cotton-bo';
An' aw kiss'd her again; but hoo said
'At hoo wanted to kiss thee an' o'.
III
An' Dick, too, aw'd sich wark wi' him,Afore aw could get him up stairs;
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He said, when he're sayin' his prayers;
Then he looked i' my face, an' he said,
“Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad?”
An' he cried whol his een were quite red;—
He likes thee some weel, does yon lad!
IV
At th' lung-length, aw geet him laid still;An' aw hearken't folks' feet 'at went by;
So aw iron't o' my clooas reet weel,
An' aw hanged 'em o'th maiden to dry;
When aw'd mended thi stockin's an' shirts,
Aw sit deawn to knit i' my cheer,
An' aw rayley did feel rayther hurt—
Mon, aw'm one-ly when theaw artn't theer.
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V
“Aw've a drum an' a trumpet for Dick;Aw've a yard o' blue ribbin for Sal;
Aw've a book full o' babs; an' a stick
An' some bacco an' pipes for mysel';
Aw've brought thee some coffee an' tay—
Iv thae'll feel i' my pocket, thae'll see;
An' aw've bought tho a new cap to-day,—
But aw olez bring summat for thee!
VI
“God bless tho', my lass; aw'll go whoam,An' aw'll kiss thee an' th' childer o' reawnd:
Thae knows, that wheerever aw roam,
Aw'm fain to get back to th' owd greawnd;
Aw can do wi' a crack o'er a glass;
Aw can do wi' a bit ov a spree;
But aw've no gradely comfort, my lass,
Except wi' yon childer and thee.”
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