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II. T' AULD MAN.
T' auld man! T' auld man!
He's eighty year an' mair;
He wrought seean, wrought leate,
Wrought hard an' sair;
An' now he sits i' t' sunshine,
Duing aw he can;
Wha wod grudge him house-room?
Poor auld man!
He's eighty year an' mair;
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Wrought hard an' sair;
An' now he sits i' t' sunshine,
Duing aw he can;
Wha wod grudge him house-room?
Poor auld man!
Lang afoore we saaw t' leet,
He was fashing hard;
Indure, out o' dure,
I' shuppen, field, an' yard;
Lang afoore we saaw t' leet,
He was hoddin t' plough—
He wrought hard for us, lads,
We'se du t' saame now
For t' auld man i' t' sunshine,
Duing aw he can;
Wha wod grudge him house-room?
Poor auld man!
Aw thro' t' summer sunshine
He watches t' clouds gang by;
Nin can tell what wonders
Glour up in his eye;
For far-off, an' far-off
Aw his leeaks gang,
Thro' many summer sunshines
To t' times when he was strang,
An' laboured leate an' early
Wi' hoe, an' speade, an' plough,
An' dud his best for us, lads,
As we are duing now
For t' auld man i' t' sunshine,
Duing aw he can;—
Wha wod grudge him house-room?
Poor auld man!
He was fashing hard;
Indure, out o' dure,
I' shuppen, field, an' yard;
Lang afoore we saaw t' leet,
He was hoddin t' plough—
He wrought hard for us, lads,
We'se du t' saame now
For t' auld man i' t' sunshine,
Duing aw he can;
Wha wod grudge him house-room?
Poor auld man!
Aw thro' t' summer sunshine
He watches t' clouds gang by;
Nin can tell what wonders
Glour up in his eye;
For far-off, an' far-off
Aw his leeaks gang,
Thro' many summer sunshines
To t' times when he was strang,
An' laboured leate an' early
Wi' hoe, an' speade, an' plough,
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As we are duing now
For t' auld man i' t' sunshine,
Duing aw he can;—
Wha wod grudge him house-room?
Poor auld man!
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