T'coomfatin' glaw uv t'owd cawl-fire,
'N' t'kettul a-boilin' un th'ob
Black wi' sutt, 'n' wi' reet cheerfool wissul . . .
Be it tea tihme? Ba 'eck, joos t'job!
Ah con smell them damp clawths theer a-dryin'
Un t'maidun, aw 'appun un t'rack;
Aw me conkas awl dryin' in th'uvvun,
'N' croompits theer tawstid awl black.
'Appy memries, aye, Ah'll grant thi . . .
Meks me 'n' Eawr Mam proppa sad
T' think tharrit's awl lung past sin
T'dehs when Ah weer a lad.
Burrawldun a minnit, joos' think noeauw . . .
It weern't awl as gud as theh seh;
Yon fireplehce lost sum uv it's charms wen
Tha weer rehkin' th'ashes necks deh!
Shivrin' 'n' shehkin' un t'knees theer,
In front uv t'cowd mooky grehte!
Un ballunce Ah'll tek t'sentrul 'eatin'
'N' kip me 'n' Eawr Mam oop-t'-dehte!
CF
Tuesday, April 18, 2000 at 11:52:22 (EDT)
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