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Awm havin a smook bi misel	A
Net a soul here to spaik a word to	B
Awve noa gossip to hear nor to tell	A
An ther's nowt aw feel anxious to do	B
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Awve noa noashun o' writin a line	C
Tho' awve just dipt mi pen into th' ink	D
Towards warkin aw dooant mich incline	C
An awm ommost too lazy to think	D
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Awve noa riches to mak me feel vain	E
An yet awve as mich as aw need	F
Awve noa sickness to cause me a pain	E
An noa troubles to mak mi heart bleed	F
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Awr Dolly's crept off to her bed	G
An aw hear shoo's beginnin to snoor	H
That upset me when furst we wor wed	G
But nah it disturbs me noa moor	H
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Like me shoo taks things as they come	I
Makkin th' best o' what falls to her lot	J
Shoo's content wi her own humble hooam	I
For her world's i' this snug little cot	J
	-
We know at we're booath growin old	K
But Time's traces we hardly can see	L
An tho' fifty years o'er us have roll'd	K
Shoo's still th' same young Dolly to me	L
	-
Her face may be wrinkled an grey	H
An her een may be losin ther shine	C
But her heart's just as leetsome to day	H
As it wor when aw furst made her mine	C
	-
Awve mi hobbies to keep me i' toit	H
Awve noa whistle nor bell to obey	H
Awve mi wark when aw like to goa to it	H
An mi time's all mi own neet an day	H
	-
An tho' some pass me by wi a sneer	H
An some pity mi lowly estate	H
Aw think awve a deeal less to fear	H
Nor them at's soa wealthy an great	H
	-
When th' sky stretches aght blue an breet	H
An th' heather's i' blossom all round	H
Makkin th' mornin's cooil breezes smell sweet	H
As they rustle along ovver th' graand	H
	-
When aw listen to th' lark as he sings	M
Far aboon ommost lost to mi view	B
Aw lang for a pair ov his wings	M
To fly wi him an sing like him too	B
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When aw sit under th' shade of a tree	L
Wi mi book or mi pipe or mi pen	N
Aw think them at's sooary for me	L
Had far better pity thersen	N
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When wintry storms howl ovver th' moor	H
An snow covers all far an wide	H
Aw carefully festen mi door	H
An creep cloise up to th' fire inside	H
	-
A basin o' porridge may be	L
To some a despisable dish	O
But it allus comes welcome to me	L
If awve nobbut as mich as aw wish	O
	-
Mi cloas are old fashioned they say	H
An aw havn't a daat but it's true	B
Yet they answer ther purpose to day	H
Just as weel as if th' fashion wor new	B
	-
Let them at think joys nobbut dwell	A
Wheear riches are piled up i' stoor	B
Try to get a gooid share for thersel'	A
But leave me mi snug cot up o'th' moor	B
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Mi bacca's all done soa aw'll creep	P
Off to bed just as quite as a maase	H
For if Dolly's disturbed ov her sleep	P
Ther'll be a fine racket i'th' haase	H
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Aw mun keep th' band i'th' nick if aw can	N
For if shoo gets her temper once crost	H
All comforts an joys aw may plan	N
Is just soa mich labour at's lost	H

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