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Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel	A
A've heeard mi mother say	B
But mooast young lads an lasses too	C
Think just th' contrary way	B
An lasses mooar nor lads it seems	D
To wed seem nivver flaid	C
For nowt they seem to dreead as mich	E
As deein an old maid	C
But oft for single life they sigh	F
An net withaat a cause	G
When wi' ther tongue they've teed a knot	C
Ther teeth's too waik to lawse	G
Days arn't allus weddin days	G
They leearn that to ther sorrow	H
When panics come an th' brass gets done	I
An they've to try to borrow	H
When th' chap at th' strap shop's lukkin glum	J
An hardly seems to know yo	H
An gooas on sarvin other fowk	K
As if he nivver saw yo	H
An when yo're fain to pile up th' foir	H
Wi' bits o' cowks an cinders	G
When poverty says here' aw've come	J
Love hooks it aght o'th' winders	G
Friends yo once had are far too thrang	K
To ax yo to yer drinkin	I
They happen dunnot meean owt wrang	K
But one cannot help for thinkin	I
An when yo're lukkin seedy like	K
Wi' patched an tattered clooas	G
Yo'll find when yer coit elbows gape	L
Sich friends oft shut ther doors	G
Ther are poor fowk 'at's happier far	H
Nor rich ens ther's noa daat on't	C
For brass cannot mak happiness	G
But sewerly it's a pairt on't	C
Aw'll tell yo ov a tale aw heeard	C
It's one 'at tuk mi fancy	C
Abaat a young chap an his wife	M
They called her Natty Nancy	C
They called her Natty yo mun know	I
Becoss shoo wor soa clivver	H
At darnin cookin weshin clooas	C
Or onny job whativver	H
Well they began as monny do	C
'At arn't blest wi' riches	C
He hugg'd all th' fortun he possessed	C
I'th' pocket ov his britches	C
It worn't mich it wodn't raich	E
Aboon a two o' three shillin	I
But they wor full ov hooap an health	N
An they wor strong an willin	I
An fowk wor capt to see ha sooin	I
Ther little cot grew cooasy	C
Shoo'd allus summat cheerful like	K
If't nobbut wor a pooasy	C
Soa time slipt on an all went weel	A
When Dick sed Natty lass	C
A latly aw've begun to feel	A
Aw'st like a bigger haase	C
For when aw tuk this cot for thee	C
We'd nubdy but ussen	I
But sin that lad wor born ther's three	C
An ther'll sooin be four an then	I
Why Dick shoo sed just suit thisen	I
Here's raam enuff for me	C
But if tha'rt anxious for a change	O
Aw'm willin to agree	C
Soa sooin they tuk a bigger haase	C
They tew'd throo morn to neet	C
To mak it smart an varry sooin	I
'Twor th' nicest haase i'th' street	C
An when a little lass wor born	I
They thowt ther pleasur double	A
But Dick alas had nah to taste	C
A little bit o' trubble	A
For times wer growin varry hard	C
An wark kept gettin slacker	H
He'd furst to goa withaat his ale	A
An then to stop his bacca	K
But even that did net suffice	C
To keep want at a distance	C
An they'd noa whear i'th' world to turn	I
To luk for some assistance	C
An monny a time he left his meal	A
Untouched tho' ommost pinin	I
An trail'd abaat i' hooaps to find	C
Some breeter fortun shinin	I
For long he sowt but sowt in vain	I
Although his heart wor willin	I
To turn or twist a hundred ways	C
To get an honest shillin	I
One day his wife coom back throo th' shop	P
Her heart seem'd ommost brustin	I
Shoo sob'd Oh Dick what mun we do	C
Th' shop keeper's stall'd o' trustin	I
We've nowt to ait lad left i'th' haase	C
Aw know th' fault isn't thine	I
But th' childer's bellies mun be fill'd	C
Tho' thee an me's to pine	I
Dick seized his hat an aght o'th' door	H
He flew like somdy mad	C
Detarmined 'at he'd get some brass	C
If brass wor to be had	C
He furst tried them he thowt his friends	C
An tell'd his touchin stooary	H
They button'd up ther pockets	C
As they sed We're varry sooary	H
They tell'd him to apply to th' taan	I
Or sell his goods an chattels	C
Dick felt at last 'at he'd to feight	C
One o' life's hardest battles	C
For when he'd tried 'em ivvery one	I
He fan aght to his sorrow	H
'At fowk wi' brass have far mooar friends	C
Nor them 'at wants to borrow	H
Wi' empty hands hooamwards he went	C
An thear on th' doorstep gleamin	I
Wor ligg'd a shillin raand an white	C
He thowt he must be dreamin	I
He rub'd his een an eyed it o'er	H
A feeard lest it should vanish	E
He sed some angel's come aw'm sewer	H
Awr misery to banish	E
He pickt it up an lifted th' sneck	K
Then gently oppen'd th' door	H
An thear wor Nancy an his bairns	C
All huddled up o'th' flooar	H
Cheer up he sed gooid luck's begun	I
Here tak this brass an spend it	C
It isn't mine lass but aw'm sewer	H
Aw think the Lord has sent it	C
A'a ha her heart jumpt up wi' joy	Q
Shoo felt leet as a feather	H
An off shoo went an bowt some stuff	R
Then they set daan together	H
Befooar they'd weel begun at th' door	H
They heeard a gentle tappin	I
Goa Dick shoo sed luk sharp awm sewer	H
Aw heead sombody rappin	I
It wor a poor old beggar man	I
Who ax'd for charity	C
Come in sed Dick it's borrow'd stuff	R
But tha shall share wi' me	C
Soa set thi jaws a waggin lad	C
It's whooalsum nivver heed it	C
An if tha ivver has a chonce	C
Pay back to them 'at need it	C
Wi' th' best they had th' old chap wor plied	C
An but few words wor spokken	I
Till th' old chap pushed his plate aside	C
An silence then wor brokken	I
Aw'm varry old an worn he sed	C
This life's soa full o' cares	C
Yet have aw sometimes entertained	C
An angel unawares	C
Ther's One aboon reads ivvery heart	C
An them 'at he finds true	H
Altho' He tries 'em sooar at last	C
He minds to pool 'em throo	H
Then nivver let yor faith grow dim	S
Altho yo've hard to feight	C
Just let yer trust all rest o' Him	S
An He'll put all things straight	C
He quietly sydled aght o'th' door	H
An when they lukt araand	C
A purse they'd nivver seen befooar	H
Wor liggin up o'th' graand	C
Dick pickt it up what could it be	C
He hardly dar to fancy	C
Why its addressed to thee an me	C
To Dick an Natty Nancy	C
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They oppened it wi' tremblin hands	C
An when they saw the treasure	H
'Twor hard to say which filled 'em mooast	C
Astonishment or pleasur	H
Ther wor a letter for 'em too	C
An this wor ha it ended	C
You once helped me may this help you	C
From one you once befriended	C
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They nivver faand aght who he wor	H
Altho' they spared noa labor	H
But for his sake they ne'er refuse	C
To help ther needy naybor	H

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