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III. LILE POLLY.
It's nobbut this time last year, come tomorn,
Sen me an' Polly walkt to U'ston fair,
Across t' green fields an' down t' lang sunny looans,
A good three mile an' mair.
We stopp't a' parlish bit tu, now an' then,
An' yet it mod a' been three yirds,
For t' time flang by at sic a reate,
Titter nor wings o' birds.
For sweet lile Polly was wi' me;
But now my heart is sair,
For I'se see Polly, bonny Polly,
Niver, niver mair!
Sen me an' Polly walkt to U'ston fair,
Across t' green fields an' down t' lang sunny looans,
A good three mile an' mair.
We stopp't a' parlish bit tu, now an' then,
An' yet it mod a' been three yirds,
For t' time flang by at sic a reate,
Titter nor wings o' birds.
For sweet lile Polly was wi' me;
But now my heart is sair,
For I'se see Polly, bonny Polly,
Niver, niver mair!
I'd often hid behint a dike,
Or ligged in an empty cart
To leeak at her, an' hear her sing,—
An' t' sound o' her bonny voice wod ring
An' finger about my heart.
I darn't tell her what I felt,
But leeakt an' leeakt an' niver stirr'd,
Though I'd a' geen my silver watch
Just for ya single word.
Oh! sweet lile Polly! Bonny Polly!
Oh! my heart is sair;
For I'se see Polly, gentle Polly,
Niver, niver mair!
Or ligged in an empty cart
To leeak at her, an' hear her sing,—
An' t' sound o' her bonny voice wod ring
An' finger about my heart.
I darn't tell her what I felt,
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Though I'd a' geen my silver watch
Just for ya single word.
Oh! sweet lile Polly! Bonny Polly!
Oh! my heart is sair;
For I'se see Polly, gentle Polly,
Niver, niver mair!
Afaoore we gat to U'ston town,
I pluckt up heart an' spak reet out;
She leeakt at me—the sweet lile lass—
But what she answered matters nout.
I'se niver forgit the words she spak
Under that goolden sky;
A limmer, bonny fairy she,
An' a gurt clodhopper I!
But niver heed; she loved me weell;
That's a' I care to knaw;
An' it's gang wi' me, baith neet an' day,
Through sun, an' winter snaw.
Oh! sweet lile Polly, bonny Polly,
Oh! my heart is sair;
For I'se see Polly, gentle Polly,
Niver, niver mair!
I pluckt up heart an' spak reet out;
She leeakt at me—the sweet lile lass—
But what she answered matters nout.
I'se niver forgit the words she spak
Under that goolden sky;
A limmer, bonny fairy she,
An' a gurt clodhopper I!
But niver heed; she loved me weell;
That's a' I care to knaw;
An' it's gang wi' me, baith neet an' day,
Through sun, an' winter snaw.
Oh! sweet lile Polly, bonny Polly,
Oh! my heart is sair;
For I'se see Polly, gentle Polly,
Niver, niver mair!
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