"An then, gooid grashus, what a wind Comes whewin throo t'doar sneck, Ah felt it all t'last winter like A whittle at my neck. "That sink-pipe tu gate stopt wi' muck, Aboon a fortnit sin; So ivvery aar it day wi' t'slops, Am treshin aht an in. "Aw! when ah think hah ah've been tret, An hah ah tew an strive, Ta tell thee t'honest trewth, ah'm capped Ta fynd mesen alive. "When he's been rakin aht a't neet At market ur a't fair; Sitch thowts hes coom inta me heead As lifted up me air. "Ah've thowt, ay lad, when tha cums hoam, Tha'll fynd ma hung by 't neck, Bud then ah've mebbe thowt agean At t' coord ud happen brek. "Or else ah've mutterd if i't wor'nt Sa dark, an cowd, an weet, Ah'd go ta't navvy, or ta't dam, An draand mesen ta neet. "It's greef, lad, nowt at all bud greef, At wastes me day be day; So Sattan temps ma cos ah'm wake Ta put mesen away." Towd chap heerd pairt o'what shoo sed, As he cam clompin in, An shauted in a red-fac'd rage, "Od rot it, hod the din." Then Nan began to froth an fume, An fiz like botteld drink, "Wat then, tha's enterd t'haase agean, Tha offald lewkin slink. "Tha nivver cums theas doars within Bud tha mun curse an sweear, An try ta bring ma ta me grave We breedin hurries hear. "At thee an thine sin wed we wor Ah've taen no end o' greef, An nah tha stamps ma under t'fooit, Tha murderin roag an theef. "Tha villan gimma wat ah browt, 'At day at we wur wed, An nivver moar wi' one like thee Will ah set fooit e' bed." Here t' dowdy lifted tull her een A yard a gooid lin check, An sob'd, an roar'd, an rock'd hersen, As if her art ud breck. An then shoo rave reit up be't rooits A andful of her air, An fitterd like a deein duk An shutturd aht a't chair. "Aw! Jonny! run for't doctur, lad, Ah feel ah can tel hah." Sais Jonny, "Leet thee pipe agean, Shoo'l coom abaht enah." Sais ah, "Ah nivver saw a chap Sa eeasyful and fat, Tha'll suarly lend a elpin and Ta lift hur of a't plat." Bud better hed it been for him If he'd neer sturr'd a peg; My garturs! what a pawse he gat Fra Nan rumatic leg. Sooin, varry sooin, sho coom abaht An flang, an tare, an rave, E sich a way as fu cud dew We' one fooit i' ther grave. An at it went hur tongue ageean, That minnit shoo fan eease, "Tha villan tha, tha knaws thee ways Brings on sitch girds as theeas. "Aw if tha'd strike ma stiff at once, Ur stab ma ta me hart, I then cud dee content, for fowk Ud naw reyt what ta art. "Unfeelin brewt, unfeelin brewt, Ah neer wur weel an strong; There's nobbut one thing cheers ma nah, Ah cannut last sa long. "Ta stand up in a thing at's reyt, It isant i' me natur, There is at knaws I awlus wur A poor, soft, quiat cratur.