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Poems and Songs in the Lancashire Dialect - Edwin Waugh · Classic Comedy Library

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  Speaker 1: Come warm to thy children and me war just mended fire.
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  Speaker 1: We a cob houd swaddle has brought the new shoon.
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  Speaker 1: They're some nice bacon collopse o thorb and a quarter
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  Speaker 1: ale possitythoon. Or brought it up quarte just to know
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  Speaker 1: for Therain's coming down, very tree, and our stones as
• 0:21
  Speaker 1: white as new snow. Come warm to the childer and me.
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  Speaker 1: We're Nor put little Sally to bed, who cried cause
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  Speaker 1: her father warn't there. So Or kissed the little finger.
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  Speaker 1: Or said that'd bring her a ribbon for fair an
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  Speaker 1: oh gatherer doll, and some rags and a nice little
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  Speaker 1: white cotton boar, and Or kissed her again. But two
• 0:44
  Speaker 1: said the two wanted to kiss thee and all and
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  Speaker 1: Dick too. Oh sitch wark wi him before I could
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  Speaker 1: get him up stairs. That told him that'd bring him
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  Speaker 1: a drum, he said, when he's saying his prayers. Then
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  Speaker 1: he looked at me face and he said, as the
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  Speaker 1: boggarts taing out of my dad, And he cried till
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  Speaker 1: his een were quite red. He likes this, and wheel
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  Speaker 1: does yon lad at the long length oor gat and
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  Speaker 1: laid still, and no hearkened folk's feet that went by
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  Speaker 1: so o iron's, Oh my clothes read well, and no
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  Speaker 1: hanged them off maiden to dry. When Noord mended the
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  Speaker 1: stockings and shirts? What's it down to knit in me cheer?
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  Speaker 1: And I really did feel rather hurt morn home only
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  Speaker 1: when thou aren't they over drum and a trumpet for
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  Speaker 1: dick over yard, a blue ribbon for sal Over, a
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  Speaker 1: book of babs and a stick, and some bacco and
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  Speaker 1: pipes for meself, who brought thee some coffee and tea.
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  Speaker 1: If thou'll feel in my pocket, they'll see. And o
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  Speaker 1: boat though a new cap to day, but always brings
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  Speaker 1: summu for THEE. God bless them alas, Oh go warm,
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  Speaker 1: nor kiss THEE and Childer or eye than os that
• 2:01
  Speaker 1: wherever a roam on't fain to get back to thou ground,
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  Speaker 1: or can do we a crack or a glass? And
• 2:09
  Speaker 1: can do we a bit of a spree, But of
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  Speaker 1: no greatly comfort my lass except with Yon Childer and THEE?
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  Speaker 1: What ails THEE, my son, Robin? What ails thee? My
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  Speaker 1: son Robin? My heart is sore for thee. The cheeks
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  Speaker 1: are growing thinner, and fleet has laughed thee. Thou treels
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  Speaker 1: about so lonesome, and look so pale at morn. Good
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  Speaker 1: bless the lad. Oh, I'm sorry to see the so
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  Speaker 1: forlorn the footsteps sadly ought it or used to know
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  Speaker 1: it will now had a fairy stricken There are to
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  Speaker 1: greatly ill. There has to been with witches, with cloff
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  Speaker 1: at deep as neat. Come tell me, Robin, tell me
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  Speaker 1: for summit is not rt hey, mother, don't fret you.
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  Speaker 1: Oh I am not like mysell, But tisn't longer fearing
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  Speaker 1: that I had to do with Dale. There's naught that
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  Speaker 1: Thus good dormer I cloth beneath a day. It's yon blueen,
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  Speaker 1: and Mary's didn'tain me life away? Oh doubt o dun
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  Speaker 1: we comfort toth day the door munday fath place who
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  Speaker 1: sets her foot on. It's fairy ground to me. But oh,
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  Speaker 1: it's no use speaking, or can it stunner pride? And
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  Speaker 1: when a true heart's breaking, it's very hard to bide. Now,
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  Speaker 1: God be with her, Robin, just let her have away.
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  Speaker 1: He'll never meet thy marrow for money a summer day. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: just the same with the father when first he spoke
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  Speaker 1: to me. So go the ways and whistle and floss
• 3:50
  Speaker 1: will come to thee the grendelstone. Here were Odia Joseph's,
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  Speaker 1: a joiner by trade, a comical cout, and a can
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  Speaker 1: bit and blade here as force as a bugget as
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  Speaker 1: the neighbors. Wheel knew though any in her mind he
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  Speaker 1: could look like a foo derry down. But bravest and
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  Speaker 1: greatest of childer and men may happily be hampered a
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  Speaker 1: bit Now and then Dordy's axe wanted grinding one waker
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  Speaker 1: day morn when the nobody about to get grindle a
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  Speaker 1: turn therry down. Then he grunted and mumbled and glendered around,
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  Speaker 1: and he tooted about other neighboring ground. Still never a
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  Speaker 1: soul to turn stone could he find. And it made
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  Speaker 1: him a little bit thrushed in his mind derry down
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  Speaker 1: till a soft looking urchin come wandering by. We is
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  Speaker 1: thumb in his mouth and a tear in his eye.
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  Speaker 1: We is slate and his satchel here creeping to scow.
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  Speaker 1: And with the look of his ease, Dowdy, no here
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  Speaker 1: a foo derry down beith maskins, said Dowdy, I'm loosened
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  Speaker 1: at last, And he beckoned a flag that were wandering past.
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  Speaker 1: Come hiver me tight, little master Amen. Then he pooed
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  Speaker 1: out a sixpence and fubbed it again. Derry down, there's
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  Speaker 1: a grindle store here. Dost to think thou cant turn
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  Speaker 1: if I doesn't know how I can help let a
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  Speaker 1: liarn I cannot ow that ax and turned fondle mesell
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  Speaker 1: thou's a nice lad of sunberries. Come give us a dwell.
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  Speaker 1: Derry down. The lad laid out a fondle and shaped
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  Speaker 1: like a mon for he lippened a sixpence. Whence turning
• 5:33
  Speaker 1: were done, so he twirled at this grindle adord. He
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  Speaker 1: ajaws till soalt water trickled off the end of his nose.
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  Speaker 1: Derry Down Dowdy felt at his axe, and he said,
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  Speaker 1: thy young foo, thou't get a right twilting for stopping
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  Speaker 1: for scoop either off like a red shank. A s
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  Speaker 1: door may be teemed. And he gave him a bit
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  Speaker 1: of a lift beamed Derry down. The lad dried for
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  Speaker 1: his forehead the brief briney drip, and he piped up
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  Speaker 1: his books. We are whimpering lip, and he grew up
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  Speaker 1: off to schoo, turning war in his mind. First lesson
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  Speaker 1: he lads with the pranks among kind, derry down as
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  Speaker 1: you're wandering through life ten at one that you'll find
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  Speaker 1: her good lot of folk that an access to grind.
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  Speaker 1: Give a turn when you come, but remember to thend.
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  Speaker 1: It's turning the wrang road to turn on a friend,
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  Speaker 1: derry down. God bless these poor folk. God bless these
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  Speaker 1: poor folk that are striving by means that are honest
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  Speaker 1: and true for summer to keep them alive in this
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  Speaker 1: world that we're scrambling through. That's the life of a
• 6:46
  Speaker 1: mon's full of fating. A poor soul that wants to
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  Speaker 1: fate fair should never be grudged of his hating for
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  Speaker 1: the hardest that battles his share. That's the life of
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  Speaker 1: a mon's full of feting. A poor soul that wants
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  Speaker 1: to fate fair should never be grudged of his hating
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  Speaker 1: for the hardest doth battles his share. This world's kin
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  Speaker 1: to trouble if best. Once there's money said, changes come round.
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  Speaker 1: We wander about to find restaurant and worm yammers for
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  Speaker 1: us in ground. May he that'll watch while he's able
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  Speaker 1: be never long hungry nor dry, hath childer at sit
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  Speaker 1: at his table, God blessing, We plenty say aye, as
• 7:27
  Speaker 1: life of a mon's full of hating. A poor soul
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  Speaker 1: that wants to fate fair should never be grudged of
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  Speaker 1: his hating. For the hardest doth battles his share, and
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  Speaker 1: he that can feel it a pleasure to eat and
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  Speaker 1: misforting and pain. May his pantry be all as full
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  Speaker 1: measure to cut at and come to again. May God
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  Speaker 1: bless his cup and his cupboard a thousand for one
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  Speaker 1: that he gives, and his heart to be a bumper
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  Speaker 1: of comfort to very last minute he lives. As the
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  Speaker 1: life of a mon's full of feting. A poor soul
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  Speaker 1: that wants to fate fair should never be grudged of
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  Speaker 1: his hating. For the hardest hath battles his share, and
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  Speaker 1: he that scorns ailed to his victual he is welcome
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  Speaker 1: to let it alone. There, sun can be wise with
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  Speaker 1: a little, and some that are foolish we known, and
• 8:15
  Speaker 1: some are so queer. If the nature that naught with
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  Speaker 1: the stomachs agree. But he that would lay for drink
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  Speaker 1: waiter shall never be stinted by me. As the life
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  Speaker 1: of a mon's full of fating, a poor soul that
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  Speaker 1: wants to fate fair should never be grudged of his
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  Speaker 1: hating for the hardest hath battles his share. One likes
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  Speaker 1: to see hearty folk watching and weary folk having a rest.
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  Speaker 1: One likes to hear poor women singing to the little
• 8:43
  Speaker 1: things laid off abreast. Good cooks are my favorite, doctors,
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  Speaker 1: good livers, My parson shall be, and only poor creator
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  Speaker 1: at Clemming may come have a mouthful with me. As
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  Speaker 1: the life of a mon's full of feting. A poor
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  Speaker 1: soul that wants to fat fair should never be grudged
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  Speaker 1: of his hating. Berthardest of battles his share. Our time
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  Speaker 1: is a troublesome codger keeps nudging us on to decay
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  Speaker 1: and whispers, yer, no, but a lodger get ready for
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  Speaker 1: going away? Then lets I no skulking nor sniveling. Whatever
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  Speaker 1: misfortin's before. God bless him that fends for his living
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  Speaker 1: and outs up his head through a door. That's the
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  Speaker 1: life of a mon's full of feting. A poor soul
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  Speaker 1: that wants to fat fair should never be grudged of
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  Speaker 1: his hating. The ardest of battles his share. Come Mary
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  Speaker 1: link the army mine, Come Mary link the army mine,
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  Speaker 1: And lilt toway wi me and dry that little drop
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  Speaker 1: of brine froth corner of the e the morning dew
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  Speaker 1: with heather bells, a bonny bit of eat that tea
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  Speaker 1: a different story tells it pays my heart a seat,
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  Speaker 1: Sir Mary Link, the army mine, no lordly oath countrysides
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  Speaker 1: so pleasant to my view as little corner where abides
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  Speaker 1: my bonny lass and true. But there's a nook beside
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  Speaker 1: yon spring, And if thou'll share with me, or by
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  Speaker 1: the sponniest gowden, ring that ever thou didst see, Sir
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  Speaker 1: Mary Link, the arm in mine. My favour's goan were
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  Speaker 1: forty pound his silver and a gowd and a pretty
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  Speaker 1: bit of garden ground as morningside a foud an onsome
• 10:35
  Speaker 1: bible cleaning you to read for days to come. There's
• 10:39
  Speaker 1: leaves for writing names in two like thoud'nats a home,
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  Speaker 1: Sir Mary Link, the Army Mine Our Jenny's been a
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  Speaker 1: buying in, and every day who brings knives and forks
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  Speaker 1: and pots and irons for smoothing caps and things. My
• 10:56
  Speaker 1: groan is sent to kiss the drawers Sunday close to
• 10:59
  Speaker 1: keep a little Fanny's bought a glass we're there, meek
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  Speaker 1: and peep s Mary Link. The Army Mine. Erer Tomas
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  Speaker 1: sent a bacon flitch o were jim a load of calls.
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  Speaker 1: Our Charlie's bought some pictures and he hanged them up
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  Speaker 1: with walls. Our POWs is white west Cottage through theur
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  Speaker 1: mattes made it sweet. And Jack's gammy his jarm and
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  Speaker 1: flute to play with fire at neat sa Mary Link.
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  Speaker 1: The Army Mine. There's cups and saucers, porridge, ponds and
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  Speaker 1: tables great and small. There's brushes, mugs and laid in
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  Speaker 1: cans and eight days clock and oh there's a cheer
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  Speaker 1: for thee and one for me and one here every nuke.
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  Speaker 1: The mother's as a cushion aunt. It's the nicest cheery
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  Speaker 1: throuke s Mary Link. The Army Mine. Magron has gamed
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  Speaker 1: me four post bed with curtains to it, and oh
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  Speaker 1: and pillows, sheets and bowsters too, as white as driven snow.
• 12:02
  Speaker 1: It isn't stuffed. We fither down, but flocks are clean.
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  Speaker 1: And you who says there's honest folk? If down, that's
• 12:09
  Speaker 1: made a worsen dew, Sir Mary Link. The Army Mine,
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  Speaker 1: who are peeped into me cot last neet it made
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  Speaker 1: me hutch in fain Her bony fire were winking breet.
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  Speaker 1: He every wind of pane, wore marlock to puff the
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  Speaker 1: white hearthstone and drummed off kettle lid and sung mid
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  Speaker 1: east is snug and sweet, Oh go and fetch me
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  Speaker 1: bread sa Mary link the army mine. End of Part one. Chirrup,
• 12:43
  Speaker 1: Young Chirrup were a metaled cout. His heart and limbs
• 12:46
  Speaker 1: were true at foot race or at rostling bout her aught.
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  Speaker 1: He buckled to her wark or play rea gallantly. He
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  Speaker 1: laid into his game. Any are very fonder singing brid heads.
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  Speaker 1: That's how he eat his name here straight as on
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  Speaker 1: his picking rod and limber as a snig and heartiest
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  Speaker 1: cocker fillage clod at ony country rig. His shining een
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  Speaker 1: were clear and blue. His face were frank and bowed,
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  Speaker 1: and viewer about his mandy brew were crisped. He curls
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  Speaker 1: are gowed. Young Chirrup donned his clink at shoon and
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  Speaker 1: started off to fair. He swore by fleet of harvest
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  Speaker 1: moon he'd have a marlok there. He pooed a sprig
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  Speaker 1: for thor thorn tree the blossomed by the way if
• 13:38
  Speaker 1: onyone says, rang to me, oh tan his eye to
• 13:42
  Speaker 1: day full sadly money alas would sigh as wandering slyly near,
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  Speaker 1: he tooted at his een's a spy if love were
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  Speaker 1: lurking there so fair and free. He stepped to the
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  Speaker 1: green and trolling out a song. We'll eat some high
• 14:00
  Speaker 1: heart and twinkling een, when chirruping along, young chirrup wooed
• 14:05
  Speaker 1: a village maid, and who with flower of oar, we
• 14:09
  Speaker 1: kisses kind with woodlands shade, and whispers soft and low.
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  Speaker 1: Here Malie's here, Tworth's sweetest chime that ever mortal sung,
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  Speaker 1: and Mally's heart beat merry time toe the music of
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  Speaker 1: his tongue. The kindest mates this world within moun sometimes
• 14:28
  Speaker 1: meet with pain. But if this pain could life begin,
• 14:32
  Speaker 1: he'd buckle to again. But though we are hearty, blunt
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  Speaker 1: and tough, and malley sweet and mild, for threescore year,
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  Speaker 1: through smooth and rough, who lad him like a child,
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  Speaker 1: the dools of this bonnet to mine, the dools of
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  Speaker 1: this bonnet of mine, My ribbons will never be reat here.
• 14:55
  Speaker 1: Mallie won't like to be fine, for Jamie'll be coming
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  Speaker 1: to eat. He met me at lorn t other day.
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  Speaker 1: We're going for eight to twelve, and he begged that
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  Speaker 1: tord wed him may be master if he'll let me
• 15:08
  Speaker 1: or will when he took my two ones into his
• 15:11
  Speaker 1: good lord, they trembled between or durstant look up in
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  Speaker 1: his face because on him seeing me een, my cheek
• 15:19
  Speaker 1: went as red as a rose. There's never a mortal
• 15:22
  Speaker 1: can tell how happy or felt, for they knows or
• 15:26
  Speaker 1: couldn't axed him mysell both tail fended my tongue to
• 15:31
  Speaker 1: let it out. Wouldn't be reat for I thought to
• 15:34
  Speaker 1: seeing forehead were wrong. So I towed him or tell
• 15:37
  Speaker 1: him to eat. But mally then knows very well though
• 15:41
  Speaker 1: it isn't a thing one should own. If ought the
• 15:43
  Speaker 1: picking hath whirled to my cell, wo'd do other a
• 15:46
  Speaker 1: jamie're known now, Molly have towed them my mind? What
• 15:51
  Speaker 1: would to do? I to thee or attack him just
• 15:54
  Speaker 1: while they're inclined and apparently bargain it be for jamies
• 15:58
  Speaker 1: as greatly a lad as ever stepped out into the sun.
• 16:01
  Speaker 1: So jump at the chance and get wed and do
• 16:03
  Speaker 1: best they gone when it's done, Hey, dear, but it's
• 16:07
  Speaker 1: time to be goe h. Shouldn't like Jamie to wait,
• 16:10
  Speaker 1: Oh con it for shamey too soon and I would
• 16:13
  Speaker 1: have thwirled be too late. The more over trembled to
• 16:17
  Speaker 1: feel does think at me, Bonne, it'll do be off last.
• 16:21
  Speaker 1: That looks very real. He was known as Bonnet that
• 16:24
  Speaker 1: foo Willie ground ere the night before Larry was stretched.
• 16:33
  Speaker 1: Come Caleb and saddle the shanks and let's have no
• 16:37
  Speaker 1: more of the mother with a campling dinner the pranks
• 16:41
  Speaker 1: without watching this hell to a lother. Come Nathan boo
• 16:45
  Speaker 1: up into thanuk. I know that's a comical crator. Let's
• 16:49
  Speaker 1: join as a conk and a smooke and a bumper
• 16:52
  Speaker 1: A what rum and waiter fellal dadal. We're neighbors and
• 16:57
  Speaker 1: very weal met. We're all very light. It's a good metal.
• 17:01
  Speaker 1: Here's Nathan who never looked yet and calubs heparently fettle.
• 17:06
  Speaker 1: We're pipe and a tot and a crack and a crony.
• 17:10
  Speaker 1: I'm just in me glory. So now I'll tip the
• 17:13
  Speaker 1: world from me back and brast off we a bit
• 17:15
  Speaker 1: of a story. Valaldadhal to the days I rovee in
• 17:21
  Speaker 1: her out a letter out, rubbing her bumpers. He's a
• 17:24
  Speaker 1: terrible gullet for grout and at poaching, this saying is
• 17:28
  Speaker 1: a crumper. But he's got a a tot and her teale.
• 17:32
  Speaker 1: So he popped into Peter and Anceys and I said
• 17:35
  Speaker 1: to him go over some ale. I aught this all
• 17:38
  Speaker 1: that that fancies Valaldadhal. As we wrote we are gills
• 17:44
  Speaker 1: up to hobb thou lay rock began for to twitter,
• 17:47
  Speaker 1: and he toowed of a ticklesome job that sent us
• 17:50
  Speaker 1: oh into a titter. One day when you're pricking a hare,
• 17:55
  Speaker 1: a bit of a whacker, come o'er him for just
• 17:57
  Speaker 1: as he's setting a snare under athlon stood affooring. Valalderdal, Hello,
• 18:05
  Speaker 1: what are you doing here? Says Robin? Why not? No?
• 18:08
  Speaker 1: But walking? Walk off? Then cried he with a sneer.
• 18:12
  Speaker 1: There's lamb belongs me where you're stalking, says Robin. You're
• 18:16
  Speaker 1: eat I'll be bound. But what's to be done? I
• 18:19
  Speaker 1: can't tell, sir, for I like to walk somebody's ground
• 18:23
  Speaker 1: as I none it belongs to myself, Sir Valalderdal, this lord,
• 18:28
  Speaker 1: it's a ticklesome lot to wrangle about. It's a blunder
• 18:32
  Speaker 1: who whether one owns it or not, he'll very soon
• 18:35
  Speaker 1: at anok under both landlords and tenants mun flit. Let's
• 18:39
  Speaker 1: hope without fracturing a frowning. Then let us walk on
• 18:43
  Speaker 1: it a bit, and then lend us a bit to
• 18:45
  Speaker 1: lie down in falalderdal lay holiday, a bit of a
• 18:53
  Speaker 1: sing Bill of sheep shouters, Robin hath Tree, Rondela Scouters,
• 18:59
  Speaker 1: Twilter and me we made mally grimes out kitchen roof
• 19:02
  Speaker 1: ring one merry yule time. We're met for to sing
• 19:06
  Speaker 1: two reloo fold the day. Rondell sang counter, Robin sam Bass,
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  Speaker 1: Twilter sang a maxa gomical ways. Their tenor were fine,
• 19:17
  Speaker 1: Bill took it up well and treble were mine. A
• 19:20
  Speaker 1: sang it mysell too. Aloof folder day. The first were
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  Speaker 1: a psalm, and the next were sung. And then we
• 19:28
  Speaker 1: sang please till thrack and hook wrung and merry aud
• 19:32
  Speaker 1: Mal chimed in like a brid as who tinkled to
• 19:35
  Speaker 1: tune puffoud kettle did two raloof falder day stop and
• 19:41
  Speaker 1: Rosin cried, Bill. It's getting ey time wet your whistles,
• 19:45
  Speaker 1: said Mal. It sweetens the chime. A totter peace Spring
• 19:50
  Speaker 1: cried Rondell, and then like lrics athwind wean total again
• 19:55
  Speaker 1: two aloof falder day. We twittered and sang till midney
• 20:00
  Speaker 1: were gone. We capers off warm Beth leet at the
• 20:03
  Speaker 1: moon as we wandered to a moss bill lapped shoulder.
• 20:07
  Speaker 1: He and I'm fain that I'm wick, cried robin Ath
• 20:10
  Speaker 1: dree too raloot foul the day Tommy Bobbs Hey Derry Down.
• 20:20
  Speaker 1: Tommy Bobs were a good natured sort of a lad
• 20:23
  Speaker 1: here a waver by trade, and he wore for his
• 20:26
  Speaker 1: dad here funder down creators neighbors, oh said that here
• 20:30
  Speaker 1: eating his heart, but he'd nought in his head Derry Down,
• 20:35
  Speaker 1: then a flips were alas that was swipper and strung,
• 20:38
  Speaker 1: who'd a temper a fire and a rattling tongue, who
• 20:42
  Speaker 1: are as onsomer phil as mortally hay seed, But who'd
• 20:45
  Speaker 1: come of a racklesome, nattering breed Derry down, nadd had
• 20:50
  Speaker 1: frittered away or fore end of her life fruit flirted
• 20:53
  Speaker 1: o'er around who were naving a wife? But one day
• 20:57
  Speaker 1: when new fund who had turned thirty year out, who
• 21:00
  Speaker 1: who began a being flayed? Who'd be left out with
• 21:03
  Speaker 1: cowed Derry Down. Then, who tooted around amongst lads about warm,
• 21:08
  Speaker 1: and who thought he'd a bit of a chance we
• 21:11
  Speaker 1: bought home, and who cut at some foodles and simpleton
• 21:14
  Speaker 1: skinned till you beat him as fast as a thief
• 21:17
  Speaker 1: in far end Derry Down. Poor tom was so maddled
• 21:21
  Speaker 1: in his heart, and he yed that I doubt he
• 21:23
  Speaker 1: had deed if they hadn't been wed. But at last
• 21:26
  Speaker 1: they stroke hands and agreed to be one nan He
• 21:29
  Speaker 1: tights him to church, and poor Tommy were done Derry Down,
• 21:34
  Speaker 1: and with news at this wedding, geat down into foud
• 21:37
  Speaker 1: Fort chuckled and thought that poor Tommy was soured, and
• 21:41
  Speaker 1: the women all said, land's too much for you lad.
• 21:44
  Speaker 1: He'd better have stopped till he deed with his dad
• 21:47
  Speaker 1: Derry Down. But they buckled together for better and were
• 21:51
  Speaker 1: and at first over eat between Tommy and her, for
• 21:55
  Speaker 1: they'd meetally thick, both be daily eat and dark till
• 21:58
  Speaker 1: the waiter of life down to the wark Derry Down.
• 22:03
  Speaker 1: Then Nanny soon changed and come back to herself, And
• 22:07
  Speaker 1: who campled and snapped as no mortal can tell, and
• 22:11
  Speaker 1: poured ONMMI Bob soon found out that his wife, though
• 22:14
  Speaker 1: an angel at first, were a devil for life Derry Down,
• 22:19
  Speaker 1: though nan proved to blister and kept him in pain.
• 22:22
  Speaker 1: Tom were like an odd sheep, for he didn't complain,
• 22:25
  Speaker 1: and he grew up to his looms, and he kept
• 22:27
  Speaker 1: waving away. But it made little odds who went wors
• 22:30
  Speaker 1: every day Derry Down, and he acted and plagued him
• 22:35
  Speaker 1: to such a degree that money a time tom had
• 22:38
  Speaker 1: been fain for today the lad did all that he
• 22:41
  Speaker 1: could to keep thit with his wife. But it weren't
• 22:44
  Speaker 1: in the nature to live a quiet life Derry Down,
• 22:48
  Speaker 1: and it nettled us, so that at last who began
• 22:51
  Speaker 1: to fling out at his head that come first to
• 22:54
  Speaker 1: her hand. There was sometimes a picture, and sometimes a bond.
• 22:58
  Speaker 1: Then he didn't care what it let off out one
• 23:01
  Speaker 1: carry down, and if that didn't vex him, her temper
• 23:05
  Speaker 1: were sitch the to nip up a tough looking lump
• 23:08
  Speaker 1: of a switch, and sometimes it lapped around his eye
• 23:11
  Speaker 1: with a bend, and sometimes it come across Tommy's nose
• 23:14
  Speaker 1: end carry down. And thus year by year this poor
• 23:19
  Speaker 1: couple tout on till Tommy had grown a gray yeaded
• 23:23
  Speaker 1: out one. Then Nanny took ill, and were laid up
• 23:26
  Speaker 1: in bed, and who flang no more pots at out
• 23:29
  Speaker 1: Tommy's white head carry down. At last Nanny died, and
• 23:35
  Speaker 1: our lad felt it sore, for if it had been
• 23:38
  Speaker 1: an angel, he'd not aggrieved. More so he lingered by
• 23:42
  Speaker 1: the grave till he rapped her up well, and then
• 23:45
  Speaker 1: he come crying away by his cell. Carry down. Toddling warm,
• 23:53
  Speaker 1: toddling warm for the market rant, toddling warm content, and
• 23:58
  Speaker 1: can't he heading me hat and me feeding me shoon
• 24:02
  Speaker 1: and fain to be toddling warm, toddling warm for fireside bliss,
• 24:09
  Speaker 1: toddling warm for the childer's kiss. God bless yon bitter
• 24:13
  Speaker 1: curling smoke, God bless your cozy jimblooke, and fain to
• 24:18
  Speaker 1: be toddling warm, toddling warm for twittering songs, toddling warm
• 24:25
  Speaker 1: for brattling tongues, toddling warm to sink to rest with
• 24:30
  Speaker 1: wife and little brids with nest, and fain to be
• 24:34
  Speaker 1: toddling warm. End of Part two, The Sweetheart Gate. There's
• 24:42
  Speaker 1: money a gate out of our town end, but not
• 24:45
  Speaker 1: but one for me. It whinds by a rindling waiter
• 24:48
  Speaker 1: side and o'er opposed lee, he wanders into a shady dell,
• 24:54
  Speaker 1: And when I've done for the day, I can never
• 24:56
  Speaker 1: saddle this heart of mine about walking down that way.
• 25:01
  Speaker 1: It's neither garden nor posied lee, no wayter ridling clear,
• 25:06
  Speaker 1: But down a thrail there's a rosy nuke, and my
• 25:09
  Speaker 1: true love lives there. It's all as summer where heart's content.
• 25:14
  Speaker 1: The wintry winds may blow, and there's never a gate
• 25:17
  Speaker 1: so kind a foot as skate one likes to go.
• 25:21
  Speaker 1: When I set off for sweethearting have a thousand things
• 25:25
  Speaker 1: to say, But the very first glancer on chimbly top
• 25:29
  Speaker 1: it drives them are away. And when I meet with
• 25:32
  Speaker 1: me Bonnie Lass, it sets me hard a gee. The
• 25:35
  Speaker 1: summers's later on two blue een that plays the duel
• 25:39
  Speaker 1: with me with clearocks, finished his warker moon and laid
• 25:44
  Speaker 1: his music by. He flutters down to his mate and
• 25:47
  Speaker 1: stops till Daily stirs with sky. Though Mattie sends me
• 25:52
  Speaker 1: away at dark, and all the twos reap full well,
• 25:55
  Speaker 1: And it's our love, a true hearted Lass. No mortal
• 25:58
  Speaker 1: tongue can tell I wish that Michaelma's day were passed.
• 26:03
  Speaker 1: When waking time comes on, and I wish that Candlemass
• 26:07
  Speaker 1: Day were here, and Mattie and me were one. I
• 26:11
  Speaker 1: wish this wandering work were are this maundering to and fro?
• 26:15
  Speaker 1: That I could go home to my own true love
• 26:19
  Speaker 1: and stop at neat and ore? How would he knock?
• 26:26
  Speaker 1: How'd he knock? At Dan's laid his pipe down a thob,
• 26:29
  Speaker 1: and his thin fingers played with white thatch of his knob,
• 26:33
  Speaker 1: and getting done up to their Betty, He said, those
• 26:37
  Speaker 1: things that could duff me and dad me to bed,
• 26:40
  Speaker 1: derry down, et cetera. Then who get him to bed?
• 26:44
  Speaker 1: And who apped him up wheel? And who said to
• 26:47
  Speaker 1: him hein not lad? How dust have feel? These limbs
• 26:51
  Speaker 1: are mine, Betty. They craggy and sore. It's time to
• 26:54
  Speaker 1: shut up when one's getting four score derry down. As
• 27:00
  Speaker 1: who potted about his poor winterly pate. Thou creator looked
• 27:04
  Speaker 1: drowsily up at his mate. There's nought on me, laughed
• 27:08
  Speaker 1: lass do o'er the gone but cratchingly frame. What wants
• 27:13
  Speaker 1: were a moon carry down? Then he turned his sall
• 27:17
  Speaker 1: o'er like a child tired. We play, and Betty crept
• 27:21
  Speaker 1: round while her doze in a way, and his eelids
• 27:25
  Speaker 1: sank down. Thou lad muttered, well done. I think there's
• 27:28
  Speaker 1: a bit of sound sleep coming on Therry down. Then,
• 27:33
  Speaker 1: who thought he'd sit by till he'd had his nap?
• 27:36
  Speaker 1: Wore if he'd sit there till then hoo arisen no more,
• 27:40
  Speaker 1: for he cooled out at the world, and he's een
• 27:43
  Speaker 1: lost their leat like a cinder, if fire grate, if
• 27:47
  Speaker 1: the timeth neat Derry down. There's Betty sit rocking bethside
• 27:53
  Speaker 1: of his bed, who looked now and then at out
• 27:56
  Speaker 1: he Knock's white yd and who thought to herself that
• 28:00
  Speaker 1: two not long to stay. If ever thou proper a
• 28:03
  Speaker 1: life should give way Derry down? Then wondering to see
• 28:08
  Speaker 1: him so sound and so still, who touched he knock's hand,
• 28:12
  Speaker 1: and who fund it? Were chill? Says Betty? He's cowed
• 28:17
  Speaker 1: or put some at moron, But oh were no use
• 28:20
  Speaker 1: for how dee knock were gone Derry down? And when
• 28:24
  Speaker 1: they put he knocked to bed downeth ground, a rook
• 28:28
  Speaker 1: of poor neighbors stood bareheaded round They dropped sprigs of rosemary,
• 28:33
  Speaker 1: and this were the text thou creator's laid by. We
• 28:38
  Speaker 1: may haply be next Derry down Sir Betty were left
• 28:43
  Speaker 1: to tour on be her cell and I we booed through.
• 28:46
  Speaker 1: No mortal can tell. But doctor dropped in to look
• 28:50
  Speaker 1: at her one day when we were rocking beside of
• 28:53
  Speaker 1: an odd cupboard's sea therry down Well, Betty said, doctor,
• 29:00
  Speaker 1: you gets on, I'm sorry to you at your lost
• 29:03
  Speaker 1: your out one. What complaints had he? Betty says, who,
• 29:07
  Speaker 1: I can't tell. We ne'er add no doctor indeed of
• 29:11
  Speaker 1: his cell therry down Hi, Betty said, doctor, there's one
• 29:16
  Speaker 1: thing quite sure. Our age is a thing that no
• 29:20
  Speaker 1: physic can cure. Fates. We'll have a whaylass do all
• 29:24
  Speaker 1: that we gone with times up. We's at a sign
• 29:27
  Speaker 1: ore and be gone trry down both winter and some
• 29:32
  Speaker 1: of thou mower's at wark side in folk out seat,
• 29:36
  Speaker 1: both be daily eat and dark. He's slaving away while
• 29:40
  Speaker 1: we snooring in bed, and he'd slash at a king
• 29:43
  Speaker 1: if it come in his head. Carry down these soldiers
• 29:48
  Speaker 1: and parsons and masters are land. He lays am with
• 29:51
  Speaker 1: ground with the mouths full of sun. Rags are riches,
• 29:55
  Speaker 1: and how greasy kappa are grown. He serves all alike
• 29:59
  Speaker 1: for his switches them down Derry down them on, that's
• 30:04
  Speaker 1: larnt up and them on that's a foo. It makes
• 30:07
  Speaker 1: little odds for they both, and to goo when they
• 30:10
  Speaker 1: come within the swing of his scythe the month four.
• 30:13
  Speaker 1: If you're on roots a month swave, you'll find doctors
• 30:16
  Speaker 1: and oar Derry down our fork. Her Johnny gives his
• 30:24
  Speaker 1: mind to books. Her apron stood his plants. He caps
• 30:29
  Speaker 1: the duel for moss and ferns, and grew in pollyants
• 30:33
  Speaker 1: who wrought about mechanicin her Nead's the very lad. My
• 30:37
  Speaker 1: uncle Jamie roots with stars enough to drive him mad.
• 30:42
  Speaker 1: Her Alec keeps a badger's shop and takes his Sunday schoo.
• 30:46
  Speaker 1: Her Joseph's welly blind poor lad. Her Timothy's a foo.
• 30:50
  Speaker 1: He's tried three different macks of trades and all has
• 30:53
  Speaker 1: missed his tip. But then is the pratticed whistler that's
• 30:57
  Speaker 1: ever cocked her lip. Matty helps me mother, and who
• 31:01
  Speaker 1: sows and tents her Joe her doing sums and sitch
• 31:05
  Speaker 1: as that me favor licks the more her Charlie, well,
• 31:09
  Speaker 1: they're gonna be another pet like his. It's all ground
• 31:13
  Speaker 1: full of ancient tree and Roman opens her Tommy's taint
• 31:18
  Speaker 1: of preaching is a top er attic too, But then
• 31:22
  Speaker 1: what's the use Her Bill comes in and swears it
• 31:25
  Speaker 1: will not do when twe's been striving. Oh, he gone
• 31:28
  Speaker 1: to all wicked men, then to other, made some marlocks
• 31:32
  Speaker 1: and convert some more again her ables the youngst and
• 31:37
  Speaker 1: next to Joe, my mother likes him to best, who
• 31:40
  Speaker 1: gives him brass a booney's share to keep him nicely dressed.
• 31:44
  Speaker 1: He's getting in with quality, and when his clerking's done,
• 31:48
  Speaker 1: he's all as over the cricketing a shooting, we are gone.
• 31:52
  Speaker 1: My uncle Sam's a fiddler and a vain good year
• 31:55
  Speaker 1: in play freseeta sun till winter, and eat had melted
• 31:59
  Speaker 1: into day. The ah sich glee, sitch tenderness through every
• 32:04
  Speaker 1: changing part. It's that that stirs his fiddle, and his
• 32:08
  Speaker 1: fiddle stirs his heart. And when he touches trembling strength,
• 32:13
  Speaker 1: he knows his stouts sore wheel. It sounds as if
• 32:16
  Speaker 1: an angel tried to tell what angels feel. And sometimes
• 32:21
  Speaker 1: the hater and his een that fun is made to
• 32:23
  Speaker 1: flow can hardly roll away. Afore it's plent. We drops
• 32:27
  Speaker 1: a woe, and here's to joan and ab and Ned
• 32:31
  Speaker 1: and Mattie and her Joe and me favor and me
• 32:34
  Speaker 1: mother and her other lads, and know and they too,
• 32:38
  Speaker 1: our musicianer, I wish long life to thee, and on
• 32:42
  Speaker 1: that plays a fiddle wheel should never oast to thee.
• 32:48
  Speaker 1: Forgive one another, Come, amy bow, cronies, I'll not keep
• 32:53
  Speaker 1: your lung. Comehither and hearken to me. I'll chant you
• 32:57
  Speaker 1: a neighborly snatch of her sung, and the end of
• 32:59
  Speaker 1: me it shall be. Let's forgive one another. We're a
• 33:04
  Speaker 1: wandering band in a ticklesome land. Whenever a mortal can stay.
• 33:09
  Speaker 1: When you've seen folk ats weary lads, lend them a hand,
• 33:13
  Speaker 1: and know as we jog in away. Let's forgive one another.
• 33:18
  Speaker 1: This will o the wisp in a poor body's breast.
• 33:21
  Speaker 1: It flutters the life of a mon. It plays in
• 33:24
  Speaker 1: wild marloks that rob him a rest. A mortal may
• 33:27
  Speaker 1: do what he can. Let's forgive one another. Like harp
• 33:32
  Speaker 1: strings we made of a different tone, and the minstrel
• 33:35
  Speaker 1: he sits up a moon to him every note of
• 33:38
  Speaker 1: the gamuts wheel known. Let's hope that he'll keep us
• 33:41
  Speaker 1: in tune. To forgive one another a neat. When a
• 33:46
  Speaker 1: mother's her children undressed, they paddle an up close to
• 33:49
  Speaker 1: a knee to whisper a prayer, afore going to rest.
• 33:53
  Speaker 1: The sweetest a strain unto me is forgive one another
• 33:58
  Speaker 1: some like and to wrangle notes but a name, and
• 34:02
  Speaker 1: who were the man's and the dads? But gentle and simple?
• 34:05
  Speaker 1: It ends up the same. We're all Johnny butter of lads.
• 34:09
  Speaker 1: Let's forgive one another when thinking of life in its
• 34:13
  Speaker 1: troublesome way. We in very late need to be proud.
• 34:17
  Speaker 1: Strike ons while you're weak, for you're not long to stay.
• 34:21
  Speaker 1: It's late when you're lapped in a shroud to forgive
• 34:24
  Speaker 1: one another. And now, as we never meet or meet
• 34:28
  Speaker 1: again for the future, no mortal can see. I'll stick
• 34:32
  Speaker 1: to me text, lads. And as he began, so thender
• 34:36
  Speaker 1: my ditty shall be. Let's forgive one another buckle two
• 34:44
  Speaker 1: good lodge as days? What change there is upon this
• 34:48
  Speaker 1: mortal ground as time goes flying o'er one's yead, How
• 34:52
  Speaker 1: queerly things come round? What ups and downs and ins
• 34:56
  Speaker 1: and outs? What blending ill and well there is in
• 35:00
  Speaker 1: on board Creator's life. It is not for to tell
• 35:04
  Speaker 1: when morning blinks Moe lies and thinks about the coming day.
• 35:09
  Speaker 1: He lays his bits of schemes so sure they cannot
• 35:13
  Speaker 1: roll astray. He cracks his thumbs and thinks all leat
• 35:17
  Speaker 1: just how it's planned to go. But when he looks
• 35:20
  Speaker 1: things up at neat, he seldom finds it so. And
• 35:24
  Speaker 1: when a storm comes, dark and loud with money a
• 35:28
  Speaker 1: weary sigh, he toots about if slifters cloud to find
• 35:32
  Speaker 1: a bit of sky. He moves and moans, He grunts
• 35:36
  Speaker 1: and groans and thinks his comforts sore. But the minute
• 35:40
  Speaker 1: twelkin's breat again, it's bearter than before. Good luck to
• 35:45
  Speaker 1: mortal that can storm. Good luck about being proud that
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: keeps his head for growing what his heart for growing?
• 35:53
  Speaker 1: Gowd the walks his chalks, and he eats, no talks,
• 35:57
  Speaker 1: but does the best he gone, And when things are
• 35:59
  Speaker 1: not to his mind, can bide it like a mun
• 36:03
  Speaker 1: Then let's be lonely when it's fine, and cheerful when
• 36:06
  Speaker 1: it's dark Monday. Were made to mop and whine, but
• 36:10
  Speaker 1: buckle to his wark. He's sweet ands there he eatn's
• 36:14
  Speaker 1: care I never knew it fail. Go at it then,
• 36:18
  Speaker 1: and let's dore fair our time will tell the tale
• 36:23
  Speaker 1: end of part three. Neat four, the wind blows keen
• 36:29
  Speaker 1: through shivering thorns and fleets, looks wild with sky contet.
• 36:35
  Speaker 1: Stir up that fire and draw that gather gently by.
• 36:39
  Speaker 1: I've done me we washing Gronnie, and I've tidied everything,
• 36:43
  Speaker 1: and now I'll sit me down to sew, and I
• 36:45
  Speaker 1: can gettle sing, bring in some calls, and shut that door.
• 36:50
  Speaker 1: It's quite a wintry day. Reach down that tim for
• 36:54
  Speaker 1: Robbie likes a relish to his tear. Sweeps great and
• 36:58
  Speaker 1: set you on table out. Put the tapot upon thoon.
• 37:02
  Speaker 1: It's getting on for bagging time, and he'll be coming soon.
• 37:07
  Speaker 1: The fire runs clear, an house begins a looking brisk
• 37:11
  Speaker 1: and brat as time draws near. When he gets back
• 37:14
  Speaker 1: for town at fedge and neat, he makes one hutched
• 37:18
  Speaker 1: we glee to your her favorite food come warm, and
• 37:21
  Speaker 1: it's very fine to hearken. When one thinks it's sure
• 37:25
  Speaker 1: to come, the cat pricks up her ears at snack
• 37:28
  Speaker 1: with money, a leats some toot and thoud armed cheer
• 37:32
  Speaker 1: with corner seems as if it ured his foot. The
• 37:35
  Speaker 1: window blinks and the clock begins are ticking loud and
• 37:39
  Speaker 1: fain of tin things winking upo the wall, the grooners
• 37:43
  Speaker 1: breat again, kettle's humming o'er with fun. Just look at
• 37:48
  Speaker 1: fender spout. It's like a little sooty lad that sets
• 37:52
  Speaker 1: his lips to shout. The waiter drops the forth tap
• 37:56
  Speaker 1: are getting wick we glee and you're fain Gronnie too,
• 37:59
  Speaker 1: And know aren't known as faint as me. Keep throckers
• 38:04
  Speaker 1: going soft and slow, and shade that lead away. I
• 38:08
  Speaker 1: think this little duc's hath mend who sleeps the wheel
• 38:11
  Speaker 1: to day? Doors on me, darling, keep em shut those
• 38:16
  Speaker 1: teeny windows blue, good lord? If what should happen thee?
• 38:20
  Speaker 1: What could the mammy do here? Grannie? Put this cover
• 38:24
  Speaker 1: on and tuck it nicely in, keep gay the stirring gently,
• 38:29
  Speaker 1: and make very little din and lack those dimpled hons
• 38:32
  Speaker 1: away from throsty winter air. The line atop a bit
• 38:36
  Speaker 1: of quilt like two clock on us near? But stop,
• 38:41
  Speaker 1: who's laughing? Come I up me, bonny little puss, God
• 38:45
  Speaker 1: bless it. Dad's known far off. Let Mammy have a bus.
• 38:50
  Speaker 1: He's here, he's here, tet, bring that cheer here, dear
• 38:54
  Speaker 1: these darlings too. If it were not for this child.
• 38:58
  Speaker 1: To him, what could a body do a lift on
• 39:04
  Speaker 1: the way come, what's the use of fracting lads? This
• 39:09
  Speaker 1: life's known so long, So if you can gather round,
• 39:12
  Speaker 1: we'll try me under the sun. He may show a
• 39:16
  Speaker 1: guiding glimmer to some wander astray. Her aptly gives some
• 39:20
  Speaker 1: poor out soul, her lyft on the way, her lift
• 39:24
  Speaker 1: on the way, her lift on the way. Her atleage,
• 39:27
  Speaker 1: is some poor out soul, A lift on the way.
• 39:31
  Speaker 1: Life roads full of ruts. It's very slutchy, and it's
• 39:35
  Speaker 1: tree and mon you're worn out. Limper lies him down
• 39:39
  Speaker 1: there to day. Then, floundering low with gutter, he looks
• 39:43
  Speaker 1: round with dismay, to see if aughtith world can give
• 39:47
  Speaker 1: a lift on the way, Her lift on the way,
• 39:50
  Speaker 1: her lift on the way, to see if aughtith world
• 39:54
  Speaker 1: can give a lift on the way. There's some fork.
• 39:57
  Speaker 1: A muntrudge it, and there's some fork may ride, but
• 40:01
  Speaker 1: never mortal monk, And tell what chance may be tied today.
• 40:06
  Speaker 1: He may be blossoming like roses. He may to morn.
• 40:09
  Speaker 1: He may be begging for a lift on the way,
• 40:13
  Speaker 1: A lift on the way, a lift on the way
• 40:16
  Speaker 1: to morn, he may be begging for a lift on
• 40:18
  Speaker 1: the way. Goodwill, it's a jewel with as little else
• 40:22
  Speaker 1: to spare. And a moe may help another, though his
• 40:26
  Speaker 1: pouch may be bare. A generous heart, like sunshine, brings
• 40:30
  Speaker 1: good cheer in its ray, and a friendly word can
• 40:33
  Speaker 1: sometimes give a lift on the way, a lift on
• 40:37
  Speaker 1: the way, A lift on the way, and a friendly
• 40:41
  Speaker 1: word can sometimes give a lift on the way, Like
• 40:46
  Speaker 1: poses that are parching in the midsummer sun, there's money,
• 40:49
  Speaker 1: a poor heart faints afore the journey to be run.
• 40:53
  Speaker 1: Let's lay the dust we kindness till the close of
• 40:56
  Speaker 1: the day, and give these drooping travelers a lift on
• 40:59
  Speaker 1: the way, Ay, a lift on the way, A lift
• 41:03
  Speaker 1: on the way, and gi theees drooping travelers a lift
• 41:06
  Speaker 1: on the way, or soft be his pillow when he
• 41:10
  Speaker 1: sinks down to his rest. They can keep the lamb
• 41:13
  Speaker 1: of charity alive in his breast. May pleasant feelings haunt
• 41:18
  Speaker 1: him as his doors in a way, and angels give
• 41:21
  Speaker 1: him up a boon, A lift on the way, A
• 41:25
  Speaker 1: lift on the way, A lift on the way, and
• 41:28
  Speaker 1: angels give him up a boon, a lift on the way.
• 41:33
  Speaker 1: Jog on me noble comrades then, and so mout it
• 41:37
  Speaker 1: be that honting hand we travel till the day that
• 41:40
  Speaker 1: we die, And now to end me, ditty lads, let's
• 41:44
  Speaker 1: heartily pray that ever may give us everyone a lift
• 41:48
  Speaker 1: on the way, a lift on the way, a lift
• 41:52
  Speaker 1: on the way, that ever may give us everyone a
• 41:55
  Speaker 1: lift on the way. Yester neat, I gat up a
• 42:03
  Speaker 1: milkin this morning, I gat up before it were leat,
• 42:08
  Speaker 1: and eh slept a minute for thinking what Robin said.
• 42:11
  Speaker 1: Yester Neat, I've broken two basins. If dairy have scorded
• 42:16
  Speaker 1: me Grannie with tea, he's no use trying as spinning
• 42:20
  Speaker 1: me wheels out to trim to day hate Oh Yon Robin,
• 42:24
  Speaker 1: Yon Robin, he's een ey twinkled so brit as he
• 42:28
  Speaker 1: did when he measured my finger Perth little gowd ring
• 42:31
  Speaker 1: last night. How Doroth is singing it shipping? How are
• 42:36
  Speaker 1: Jonathan's lounging a foud who were tummies at the fair?
• 42:39
  Speaker 1: Where he lippens are swapping his cout for goud? Migronnie's asleep,
• 42:44
  Speaker 1: we're knitting, and Kittling's playing with yarn who were Betty's
• 42:48
  Speaker 1: gone out? We're gallon to the chaps at the wark
• 42:51
  Speaker 1: in the barn. It's oh Yon Robin, Yon Robin. He's
• 42:55
  Speaker 1: een ey twinkled so brit as he did when he
• 42:58
  Speaker 1: measured me finger for little goud ring last night. Her
• 43:03
  Speaker 1: flashes and lads are with meadow. They get in their
• 43:06
  Speaker 1: bagging if he I you hear them as liats them
• 43:08
  Speaker 1: as lay rocks its sky on a shiny day. But
• 43:12
  Speaker 1: little care eye for the marlocks. I done at what
• 43:15
  Speaker 1: folk to see, though amfitter for crying than laughing. There's
• 43:19
  Speaker 1: nobody's fain as me for oh Yon Robin, Yon Robin.
• 43:23
  Speaker 1: He's een ney twinkle, sir brite, as they did when
• 43:26
  Speaker 1: he measured me finger for the little goud ring last night.
• 43:30
  Speaker 1: When I crept into thnuck Winnie sewing, my mother peeped round,
• 43:34
  Speaker 1: Sir sly who knowed our glinting at coppice where Robin
• 43:38
  Speaker 1: comes riding by? Then? Who come to me snirching and
• 43:42
  Speaker 1: tooting and whispering? How does feel? Does think I should
• 43:46
  Speaker 1: send for a doctor? But doctor who knews reat wheel?
• 43:51
  Speaker 1: It's oh Yon Robin, Yon Robin. He's aen ney twinkled
• 43:54
  Speaker 1: sir brite, as they did when he measured me finger
• 43:57
  Speaker 1: for the little goud ring last night. Me favor sits
• 44:02
  Speaker 1: dozing his corner. He's dreamin of harvest day when Robin
• 44:06
  Speaker 1: comes in for his daughter. Hey, what'll me father say?
• 44:10
  Speaker 1: Throsebuds are peepin' if garden and blossoms off apple tree? Oh,
• 44:15
  Speaker 1: how will life's winter time find us? Yon Robbin A
• 44:18
  Speaker 1: mine and me oh Yon Robin, Yon Robin. He's een
• 44:23
  Speaker 1: ney twinkled se brite, as they did when he mess
• 44:26
  Speaker 1: at me finger for the little goud ring last night.
• 44:30
  Speaker 1: Then hey for kisses and blushes and hurrying to and
• 44:33
  Speaker 1: fro and ay for sly sweet whispers that nobody but
• 44:37
  Speaker 1: me mun know. Then hey for rings, and for ribbons
• 44:42
  Speaker 1: and bonnets and bows. Is fine, and ay it's owing
• 44:45
  Speaker 1: a flutter this little fond heart, O mine for oh
• 44:49
  Speaker 1: Yon Robbin, Yon Robin. He's een ney twinkle sebrite as
• 44:53
  Speaker 1: they did when he mess at me finger for the
• 44:55
  Speaker 1: little gourd ring last neat have worn me bits as
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: shoon away have worn me bits a shoon away. We
• 45:06
  Speaker 1: rove in up and down to see Yon Moorland valleys
• 45:10
  Speaker 1: and Yon little country town, the dull tack shoon and
• 45:14
  Speaker 1: stockings too my heart feels hutching fain, and if I
• 45:18
  Speaker 1: trudge it barfoot, lads, I'll see your town again. Here's
• 45:23
  Speaker 1: what care I for cities grand we never shall agree.
• 45:27
  Speaker 1: I'd rare the live where the clear rock sings. A
• 45:30
  Speaker 1: country town for me, a country town where one can
• 45:34
  Speaker 1: meet with friends and neighbors, known, where one can lounge
• 45:37
  Speaker 1: at market place and see the meadows moan. Yon Moorland
• 45:42
  Speaker 1: hills are blooming wild at theending a July, Yon Woodland
• 45:46
  Speaker 1: kloofs and valleys green, the sweetest under sky, Yon dainty rindles,
• 45:52
  Speaker 1: dancing down for mountains into plain. As soon as new
• 45:56
  Speaker 1: moon rises, Lads, I'm off to th Mo's again. There's
• 46:01
  Speaker 1: hearty lads among Yon hills and in Yon country town.
• 46:04
  Speaker 1: They in far more sense than prouder folk. I'll about
• 46:08
  Speaker 1: it for a crown, the wick and warm and wark
• 46:11
  Speaker 1: and fun wherever they may go. The prime is breeds
• 46:14
  Speaker 1: are lads. If world good, look at tender more. Last
• 46:19
  Speaker 1: night I laughed the city throng and climbed Yon Hill
• 46:22
  Speaker 1: at green and turned me face to smalland hills with
• 46:26
  Speaker 1: waiter in me een, with waiter welling in meen, I'll
• 46:30
  Speaker 1: bundle up and go, and I'll live and die in
• 46:33
  Speaker 1: my own country where the molland breezes blow. Gentle Joan,
• 46:41
  Speaker 1: I said the thoughtful chap one day, his face were mild,
• 46:45
  Speaker 1: his topping gray we wandering foot. He went astray down
• 46:49
  Speaker 1: Yon Lawn. I asked the lame o' money through to
• 46:53
  Speaker 1: tell me what that chap were called. Tays he I thought,
• 46:57
  Speaker 1: O each mudy nod. Gentle Joan, howd lad said, I
• 47:02
  Speaker 1: just look our wrong these days. Is grown at fedjeth bonk.
• 47:06
  Speaker 1: Let's gore us down and have a conk just till noon.
• 47:10
  Speaker 1: He pooed a reach a backo out and cheese are
• 47:13
  Speaker 1: muffin in a clout, and then began to tell about
• 47:17
  Speaker 1: gentle Jawn. Says he some folk are brass of fond
• 47:22
  Speaker 1: he cowedeth heart and cramp tethond. But Yon's the flower
• 47:25
  Speaker 1: of this land. Gentle Jawn. His heart's as true as
• 47:30
  Speaker 1: guinea yowed he's good to fork AT's ill and owed
• 47:33
  Speaker 1: chilled a pooney's lappeth foued gentle Jawn, I'd better crown
• 47:39
  Speaker 1: is off to the veil to hear some greater Surrey tale.
• 47:42
  Speaker 1: I've never knowed his kindness veil, gentle Jawn, or ill
• 47:47
  Speaker 1: and kloof and boss and more is reak weel known
• 47:49
  Speaker 1: to fork a's poor a welcome foot at every door,
• 47:53
  Speaker 1: gentle Jawn. He tacksed delight in roving round to quiet
• 47:58
  Speaker 1: nooks where sorrow's found. He comes like rain to drofty ground,
• 48:03
  Speaker 1: gentle Joan, He's very slow at thinking ill. He'll pass
• 48:07
  Speaker 1: a forts. We read good will, and doing goods is
• 48:10
  Speaker 1: past time still, gentle Joan. And when I broke this
• 48:15
  Speaker 1: poor oured limb, I should indeed except for him, he said,
• 48:19
  Speaker 1: no more, he's e'en eat dim mine worth same how'd
• 48:24
  Speaker 1: brid said I? Let's have a gill? No, no, said he.
• 48:29
  Speaker 1: And now's a weal. It's time to paddle down this
• 48:33
  Speaker 1: hill to thou dame to a early noon if month
• 48:37
  Speaker 1: or may. We said we'd meet another day, and then
• 48:41
  Speaker 1: thou'd great a limped away down th green lawn. And
• 48:46
  Speaker 1: now let's do the thing that's reat And then when
• 48:49
  Speaker 1: death puts out a leat, we'll happily ston a chance
• 48:53
  Speaker 1: to meet, gentle Joan. End of Part four. Tom Rindle,
• 49:01
  Speaker 1: Tom Rindle lope for the chimbly Nuke. As the winter
• 49:04
  Speaker 1: sun was sinking I'm tired of carrying hear with smoke
• 49:08
  Speaker 1: and wasting timey thinking it frets me heart and racks
• 49:12
  Speaker 1: me brew. It sets me head of stewing a man
• 49:15
  Speaker 1: that wouldn't dear foo were up and start a doing.
• 49:19
  Speaker 1: Then Mallie, rach me sunday shoon, tr on me bits
• 49:22
  Speaker 1: of dozing and honouth, jog for the top of oon,
• 49:26
  Speaker 1: and let me dip me nosing and come and fill
• 49:28
  Speaker 1: it up again. And don't look so dowdy there's noork
• 49:32
  Speaker 1: and lick a marlock when one's brains are getting moldy. Oh,
• 49:37
  Speaker 1: lay the rook and neighbor lads frisky couts and bowdens,
• 49:41
  Speaker 1: and let them bring the man's and dads. We havebit
• 49:44
  Speaker 1: pranks me ouduns and flats and lasses, station and sing
• 49:48
  Speaker 1: and foot it lat and limber and Robin Lilter he
• 49:51
  Speaker 1: shall bring his merry bitter timber, and Joe shall come,
• 49:56
  Speaker 1: and Joan and Ben and bore our limpin'liger mal and
• 50:00
  Speaker 1: salom fan and nan and curly painted by Ja, and
• 50:04
  Speaker 1: Gentle Charlie shall be there, and little Dick the ringer,
• 50:08
  Speaker 1: and must and sam or like to hear a snowy
• 50:11
  Speaker 1: yeaded singer. I'll pull me Grannie out at nook and
• 50:15
  Speaker 1: send for Dolly Mayboe who when who's greatly donned, do
• 50:18
  Speaker 1: look as grand as queen as Shaber and little Nell
• 50:22
  Speaker 1: shall dance with me when Elle is young and Bonnie
• 50:25
  Speaker 1: and when I had a dance with thee oh caper
• 50:28
  Speaker 1: with me Grannie, then Mallie fill it up again, and
• 50:32
  Speaker 1: don''t look so dowdy. There's nought can lick a marlock
• 50:35
  Speaker 1: when one's brains are getting mouldy. We're young and hearty,
• 50:39
  Speaker 1: don at croak. Let's risk it now and never so
• 50:43
  Speaker 1: hees good luck to country folk and country fun forever.
• 50:50
  Speaker 1: Bonnie dan hey ned out man, I feel as fain
• 50:55
  Speaker 1: as Spreetys brit As sings. He may come sit the down.
• 50:59
  Speaker 1: I'll wear a crown. We'll have a rousin rant to day.
• 51:03
  Speaker 1: Let's daunce and sing. I've bought a ring for Bonnie
• 51:06
  Speaker 1: nan ifowl a deal then ah for fun, mem Mopin's done,
• 51:10
  Speaker 1: and now I'm brisker's bottledale. Oh guess outbrid what's bound
• 51:15
  Speaker 1: to be? For I like Nan and who likes me?
• 51:19
  Speaker 1: Twelve months at after Robin Deed, who looked so down
• 51:23
  Speaker 1: we near a smile. I couldn't find it hard to
• 51:26
  Speaker 1: mind it's a cheaper wedding. For a while I thought
• 51:29
  Speaker 1: I'd bide, but still I sighed for the morning cloud
• 51:33
  Speaker 1: to clear away. I watched herreen grew bright again, a
• 51:37
  Speaker 1: layrock tooting out for day. Then guess outbrid what's bound
• 51:41
  Speaker 1: to be for I like Nan and who likes me?
• 51:45
  Speaker 1: My NaN's fair and trim and rare, A mother slass
• 51:48
  Speaker 1: as sweet to see herreen are blue her heart it's true,
• 51:52
  Speaker 1: and NaN's hardly twenty three, And life's so strong when
• 51:57
  Speaker 1: folk are young that waiting longer wouldn't do these more
• 52:01
  Speaker 1: end lads who turns the heads, who's been a widow
• 52:04
  Speaker 1: long in wo Then guess out bred, what's bound to
• 52:07
  Speaker 1: be for I like Nan and who likes me? I
• 52:12
  Speaker 1: sinn at neat about elite. A midge keep buzzing to
• 52:15
  Speaker 1: and fro, then dart at shine that looks so fine,
• 52:19
  Speaker 1: and brunn his wings at thunderbore That Midge is me.
• 52:22
  Speaker 1: It's plain to see me wings are brunt, and yet
• 52:26
  Speaker 1: I'm fain for we're are elite. I find so sweet
• 52:29
  Speaker 1: as never want to fly again. Then guess outbred, what's
• 52:33
  Speaker 1: bound to be for I like Nan and who likes me?
• 52:41
  Speaker 1: Tickle times. Here's Robin looks fearfully gloomy, and Jamie keeps
• 52:47
  Speaker 1: staring at the ground. He's thinking of table that's empty
• 52:51
  Speaker 1: of little things, yammering round. It looks very dark, just
• 52:55
  Speaker 1: afore us. But keep your hearts out o your shoon.
• 52:59
  Speaker 1: Though cloud may be thickening oars, there's lots of blue
• 53:02
  Speaker 1: heaven a boon. But when a mon's honestly willing, and
• 53:06
  Speaker 1: never a stroke to be had, and clemming for want
• 53:09
  Speaker 1: of a shilling, no wonder that he should be sad.
• 53:12
  Speaker 1: He troubles his heart to keep seeing his little brids
• 53:16
  Speaker 1: feeding a fair And it feels very hard to be
• 53:19
  Speaker 1: deing and never am mortal to care. But life's such
• 53:24
  Speaker 1: a queer bit of travel. A marllet we sun, and
• 53:26
  Speaker 1: we shade, And then on a bouse to a gravel
• 53:30
  Speaker 1: he lay as he bed. We are spared. It's no
• 53:33
  Speaker 1: use of bouting and fratching as thwirligigs twirling around. I've
• 53:37
  Speaker 1: at it again, and keep scratching as long as your
• 53:40
  Speaker 1: head's above ground. If one could but grow withinside aunt,
• 53:46
  Speaker 1: there's trouble every heart and those that are the biggest
• 53:49
  Speaker 1: of pride aunt are leat andeth keenest hath smart whatever
• 53:54
  Speaker 1: may chance to come to us. Let's patiently hondle a share,
• 53:58
  Speaker 1: for there's money, a find suit clues that covers a
• 54:01
  Speaker 1: murdering care. There's dangery every station, if pallas as much
• 54:07
  Speaker 1: as if got. There's angory every condition, and cankery every lot.
• 54:12
  Speaker 1: There's folk that a weary, a living that never fear hungering,
• 54:15
  Speaker 1: a cowed, And there's money, a misily creator that's deed
• 54:19
  Speaker 1: of a surfeit, a gowd. One feels now at times
• 54:23
  Speaker 1: are so nipping a monsit, a troublesome scout that slaves
• 54:27
  Speaker 1: like a horse for a living and flings it away
• 54:30
  Speaker 1: like a foot. But as pleasants sometimes are misforting and
• 54:34
  Speaker 1: trouble sometimes a good thing. Though we're living off floor,
• 54:38
  Speaker 1: same as lay rocks, we can go up like lay
• 54:41
  Speaker 1: rocks to sing Jamie's frolic one neat or crop warm
• 54:49
  Speaker 1: when we waving row to brush more and wash more
• 54:53
  Speaker 1: and fettle me. You're then trailing about with my heart
• 54:56
  Speaker 1: in me shoon, keep trying me hont at A bit
• 54:59
  Speaker 1: of a che as Mallie sit rocking and downing a
• 55:02
  Speaker 1: stocking and tenting a baking a thoon. The chilt were asleep,
• 55:07
  Speaker 1: and me clue as were eat the baggin's were ready,
• 55:10
  Speaker 1: and all looking sweet, were so amazing, and nattle and
• 55:14
  Speaker 1: fastened to tell what the dool it could be that
• 55:16
  Speaker 1: are ailing me sell, And it made me so note
• 55:19
  Speaker 1: that Oh somehow thought ow goold, just like a snap
• 55:23
  Speaker 1: at our mouth. Poor las who were kinder because oh
• 55:27
  Speaker 1: were queer, come jamie and saddle the selling a chair
• 55:31
  Speaker 1: that's looked very yonderly money a day. It's grieving to
• 55:34
  Speaker 1: see how that's wearing away and trailing about like a
• 55:38
  Speaker 1: hen as if mout do hither poo up to the
• 55:41
  Speaker 1: day they want some new flannels, there's getting a cowed
• 55:46
  Speaker 1: thoughn't know they're so ugly light, nor so owd, But
• 55:49
  Speaker 1: that making the selling to note, but a slave we
• 55:52
  Speaker 1: waving and thinking and trying to save. Get some at
• 55:56
  Speaker 1: a heat, or they'll go out to seat, for that's
• 55:58
  Speaker 1: watching the selling to grave thinks I classes rate and
• 56:04
  Speaker 1: howl with a wit, So said fro wanted to cheer
• 56:07
  Speaker 1: her a bit owld creator, have no one made up
• 56:11
  Speaker 1: me mind tode a frolic will just be the physic
• 56:14
  Speaker 1: for me, Or see some fresh places and look at
• 56:17
  Speaker 1: fresh faces, and go have a bit of a spree,
• 56:21
  Speaker 1: then bumping and splashing a kettle went down, if name
• 56:25
  Speaker 1: a good gattie gem, we're at a bound and what
• 56:28
  Speaker 1: sort of faces dost want come to tell? Oh? Doubt
• 56:31
  Speaker 1: that for making a fool of the cell the duelmy
• 56:34
  Speaker 1: tend thoon if oe go without shoon, or see where
• 56:38
  Speaker 1: that goes to me? Cell thinks I fats with fire
• 56:42
  Speaker 1: and won't make it no war, for there's plenty of
• 56:45
  Speaker 1: fating to do out to dwe. So I'll talk very
• 56:48
  Speaker 1: prattily to her as out or else who'll have out
• 56:51
  Speaker 1: and my topping in now and with eating her een,
• 56:54
  Speaker 1: it were fair to be seen that you were ready
• 56:56
  Speaker 1: to arrive me it out if truth mum be towed
• 57:00
  Speaker 1: or began to be fain to study a bit of
• 57:02
  Speaker 1: me quarting again, So I said to her, mallie, this
• 57:06
  Speaker 1: world's rough in new to four out we those one
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: likes best when at do it's a very so smart
• 57:13
  Speaker 1: and it sticks long if heart and he gad or
• 57:16
  Speaker 1: said no, but what's true? Lord? I wer man talks
• 57:20
  Speaker 1: when his heart's in his tongue or rooster poor lass
• 57:23
  Speaker 1: and showed her were wrong till look up me beyond
• 57:26
  Speaker 1: we are tearing her ee, and said Jamie, there's nobody
• 57:30
  Speaker 1: as tender as thee. Forgimme a lad do for own
• 57:34
  Speaker 1: nubber to foo and bide with me now to Lord
• 57:37
  Speaker 1: d so imbide one another whatever may come. There's no
• 57:42
  Speaker 1: peace with world if there's no peace of warm And
• 57:45
  Speaker 1: now when a random word gives us some pain and
• 57:48
  Speaker 1: makes her a little bit crossing a grain, sunshine comes
• 57:52
  Speaker 1: back as soon as our crack a beginning me quoting again,
• 57:59
  Speaker 1: I would pin de ou pinder were a rackless fou
• 58:03
  Speaker 1: and spent his days his sprayin at then of every
• 58:06
  Speaker 1: drinkin do he's sut a cracker deein go sell me
• 58:11
  Speaker 1: rags and sell me shoon os never lived to trail
• 58:14
  Speaker 1: um me. Ballast pipes are out o tune, and the
• 58:17
  Speaker 1: wind begins to feel em. There were matties very fresh
• 58:21
  Speaker 1: and young. Twould any one bewilder who'll wed again afore
• 58:25
  Speaker 1: it's lung. The glass is fond o childer me bitter
• 58:28
  Speaker 1: brass'l fly and see when coffin lidders screened me, he
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: goes again me pluck to day and leave a wick
• 58:35
  Speaker 1: beIN me. Come, Mattie, come and cool me head or
• 58:40
  Speaker 1: finished to me thinking. He wrapped him up nicely and
• 58:43
  Speaker 1: said that's brought it on. We drinking nay nay, said
• 58:48
  Speaker 1: he me fuddles done, we parting Tom for t'other. So
• 58:52
  Speaker 1: promise me that when on guan Thou'll never wed another
• 58:56
  Speaker 1: thou tail said who, and laughed a stew. He's really
• 59:00
  Speaker 1: past believing, he thinketh world the art going to and
• 59:04
  Speaker 1: leave this world hath living well? Use to me, can
• 59:08
  Speaker 1: deed fort be that's gilt the cell wi spraying, and
• 59:11
  Speaker 1: if that's all they wants, we may get forehead with
• 59:14
  Speaker 1: the deing. He's scratch his yead. He rubbed his eg,
• 59:18
  Speaker 1: and then he donned his breeches. How a matt he
• 59:21
  Speaker 1: gets as force said he as one of pendle witches.
• 59:26
  Speaker 1: If ever owned a muster wit, it won't be now
• 59:28
  Speaker 1: and never oh think I'll try to live a bit.
• 59:31
  Speaker 1: They wouldn't do to lever. End of part five Forgobbling
• 59:38
  Speaker 1: Parson twins were still with shade a thill and stars
• 59:43
  Speaker 1: began a glowing if fading leat one summer eat with
• 59:48
  Speaker 1: dew were softly falling, we weary shanks by primrose banks
• 59:53
  Speaker 1: where rindling wheat were shining, or whistled careless, wandering slow
• 59:59
  Speaker 1: to all me cought inclining through woodland green or tooted
• 1:00:05
  Speaker 1: keen for the little window winking stars may shine. They
• 1:00:09
  Speaker 1: known as fine as Matty's candle blinking, or throwsy hedge,
• 1:00:14
  Speaker 1: or went a thridge has lon some shaded planting to
• 1:00:18
  Speaker 1: get another blink of fleet that set my heart up panting,
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 1: then down bethwell. If fairy dell with trees are boony,
• 1:00:27
  Speaker 1: knitting way near and fur then out astir but bats
• 1:00:32
  Speaker 1: without leat, flitting and fear for sounds that rustled round
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 1: in money a gobbling flitter as swarming dark to fleece
• 1:00:41
  Speaker 1: some wark, they flew with fiendish titter. There reat an end,
• 1:00:47
  Speaker 1: or get a glance that brought a shiver o'er me
• 1:00:50
  Speaker 1: for fair with track. The summit's black come creeping on
• 1:00:54
  Speaker 1: afore me it's were not clear, but it were here
• 1:00:58
  Speaker 1: with gloomy shadow blending now black and slim, now gray
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 1: and grim, with no other side ner ending cow drops
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 1: were trembling on me brew as there, or stood belated
• 1:01:12
  Speaker 1: or durstn't turn, or durst and't goo, but shut my
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  Speaker 1: een and waited, and just as or begun to pray,
• 1:01:20
  Speaker 1: they come for creeping specter, a well known voice that said,
• 1:01:25
  Speaker 1: Well James to an out but thrillage rector. Well James
• 1:01:30
  Speaker 1: said he, I'm fain to see your pew, so weal attended.
• 1:01:35
  Speaker 1: But then you shouldn't fall asleep before my simon's ended
• 1:01:39
  Speaker 1: to drowsy ears, it's useless quite to scatter holy teaching.
• 1:01:43
  Speaker 1: Why don't you bring a bit of snuff and tack
• 1:01:46
  Speaker 1: it while I'm preaching? Well, Well said, are there's money
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 1: away keeping in for closing. A needle might keep body wake,
• 1:01:56
  Speaker 1: and soul might still be dozing. But this receipt would
• 1:01:59
  Speaker 1: say let it eat. If Mitchell were a warm and
• 1:02:02
  Speaker 1: you get some stinging gospel snuff and put it into psalmon,
• 1:02:08
  Speaker 1: he stared like mad, but good out lad then gripped
• 1:02:12
  Speaker 1: my hand warm hearted and said, your eat, your eats,
• 1:02:16
  Speaker 1: good neat, And that why we parted. It touched my
• 1:02:20
  Speaker 1: heart and made it smart. He spoke so mild and pretty,
• 1:02:24
  Speaker 1: Oh blessed him as he walked away, and then went
• 1:02:27
  Speaker 1: warm to Mattie. Come Jamie let's undo the shoon. Come, Jamie,
• 1:02:36
  Speaker 1: let's undo the shoon and dun summer dry on the feet,
• 1:02:40
  Speaker 1: we toiling with shower up and down, unflayed at the
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 1: stockings of eat, and here with me, young uns. If
• 1:02:47
  Speaker 1: nast or been hearkening to patter a thrain and longing
• 1:02:51
  Speaker 1: for wandering brid to comfort my spirits again today when
• 1:02:56
  Speaker 1: it pelted at height or stun, it no longer said,
• 1:03:00
  Speaker 1: for really he didn't look eat to cower undercover so dry.
• 1:03:05
  Speaker 1: So though it were raining like mad Or thought for
• 1:03:08
  Speaker 1: my heart have a swell, come down as to will,
• 1:03:11
  Speaker 1: but yon lad shall not have it all to his cell.
• 1:03:15
  Speaker 1: So whipping me bucket, I thrain oor gas bits of
• 1:03:18
  Speaker 1: windows a swill, And though I geet drenched to my skin,
• 1:03:21
  Speaker 1: O a better content with myself. But thou stun'st there
• 1:03:25
  Speaker 1: smiling off floor like a sunflower, dripping me wheat. Hey, Jamie,
• 1:03:30
  Speaker 1: thou knowst I'm sure how fain home to see that?
• 1:03:33
  Speaker 1: A neat here las, what's a shower to me? Who
• 1:03:37
  Speaker 1: have plenty of sun in my breast? Mewark keeps me
• 1:03:41
  Speaker 1: hearty and free and gives me a relish for rest
• 1:03:44
  Speaker 1: o no made of sugar nor salt that melts. We
• 1:03:47
  Speaker 1: are steeping a rain, and that's for my jacket. It's
• 1:03:50
  Speaker 1: not out. Oh dry it with lee to the inn.
• 1:03:54
  Speaker 1: Come sit the down close by my side. Oh for
• 1:03:58
  Speaker 1: as a cricket wigg glee, troubled to nothing but pride
• 1:04:02
  Speaker 1: and own it owing to thee doubt, trim little pattern
• 1:04:05
  Speaker 1: for wives, Come give a poor body a kiss. Oh
• 1:04:09
  Speaker 1: wish every storm of our lives may end up as
• 1:04:12
  Speaker 1: nicely as this. While taking a whift of me pipe,
• 1:04:20
  Speaker 1: while taking a whift of me pipe to other neat
• 1:04:23
  Speaker 1: a thought trickled into me. Pate that's sulking, because everything
• 1:04:27
  Speaker 1: isn't sweet, is not but a foolish consit. If one
• 1:04:31
  Speaker 1: had been made for a bit of a spree, and
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  Speaker 1: the world were a marlark in school, we nough no
• 1:04:36
  Speaker 1: but hating and drinking and glee, and alady gam to
• 1:04:40
  Speaker 1: go through it's sicken. Afore his frolic were oe and
• 1:04:43
  Speaker 1: feel had been born for a foo poor creator, his
• 1:04:47
  Speaker 1: ow discontentment and doubt. Whatever his forting may be, he's
• 1:04:52
  Speaker 1: just like a child that goes crying about. Oh Johnny's
• 1:04:56
  Speaker 1: more trickle to me. One minute is troubled next minute
• 1:05:00
  Speaker 1: it is fain, and then this all blended. He won.
• 1:05:03
  Speaker 1: It's hard to tell whether he's laughing through pain. The
• 1:05:06
  Speaker 1: weather he's bout him for fun. He stumbles and grumbles,
• 1:05:09
  Speaker 1: He struggles and juggles. He capers a bit, and he's gone.
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 1: It's wise to be humble. He prosperous ways, for trouble
• 1:05:17
  Speaker 1: may chance to be neat. It's wise for to struggle
• 1:05:20
  Speaker 1: with sorrowful days till sorrow breeds sensible glee. He's rich,
• 1:05:25
  Speaker 1: that contenty we little lives well, and nurses that little
• 1:05:29
  Speaker 1: to more his wheel off. It's rich if he nobber
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 1: can feel his brother to those that are poor, and
• 1:05:36
  Speaker 1: to him it does fear. Though he's living be bare,
• 1:05:38
  Speaker 1: Some comfort shall ever be sure way, no but a
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 1: lifetime and peacea below, and the longest is very soon spent.
• 1:05:47
  Speaker 1: The summer taboon measures cuts for us ore, and the
• 1:05:50
  Speaker 1: most on a nob at a fence longer, short, rough, fine,
• 1:05:54
  Speaker 1: little matter, for that will make best of stuff till
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 1: it's done. When it leaps ou to get riven a bit,
• 1:06:01
  Speaker 1: Let's darn it as well as we can. When the
• 1:06:04
  Speaker 1: order comes to us to doff these old clothes, there'll
• 1:06:08
  Speaker 1: surely be newance to don. God bless the silver, your john, lad,
• 1:06:16
  Speaker 1: though the hands like rouse the iron to feel. There's
• 1:06:19
  Speaker 1: very few iflond who are like to gripe as weal,
• 1:06:23
  Speaker 1: Thou'll never die if dumps because of being poor, thy good,
• 1:06:27
  Speaker 1: old king of trumps, God bless the silver your go
• 1:06:31
  Speaker 1: up to side a hob and rest the weary shanks,
• 1:06:35
  Speaker 1: and don' at threaten thee. Enough we fought in and
• 1:06:37
  Speaker 1: are pranks. These foc AT's proud and rich me tremble
• 1:06:41
  Speaker 1: at a frown, then further farn as sich as thee
• 1:06:44
  Speaker 1: to tumble down. Thou never longst for wine nor dainties,
• 1:06:49
  Speaker 1: rich and rare, for such a life as thine can,
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 1: sweet and simple, fair, contented with emal thy's wit enough
• 1:06:57
  Speaker 1: to know the days is live, and weeal where tulips
• 1:07:00
  Speaker 1: cannot grow. And though the clues are rough and getting
• 1:07:05
  Speaker 1: very oud, they're unso weale enough to keep the limbs
• 1:07:08
  Speaker 1: for cowed. A food would find away in such a
• 1:07:12
  Speaker 1: suit as thine, but that the stuff to me a
• 1:07:15
  Speaker 1: fustian jacket fine, a tattered clout may lap a very
• 1:07:20
  Speaker 1: noble prize. A king may be by hap a beggary disguise.
• 1:07:25
  Speaker 1: When ton has laughed his feast and others done his crust,
• 1:07:29
  Speaker 1: then which is which? At last these little piles are dust.
• 1:07:34
  Speaker 1: And though the share of life may seem a losing game,
• 1:07:38
  Speaker 1: that's striven faire strife and kept a decent aim. No
• 1:07:42
  Speaker 1: mouse nooks if he mind, nor malice if he breast.
• 1:07:46
  Speaker 1: There's still been true and kind and trusted fates. We
• 1:07:50
  Speaker 1: rest through trouble, toil and wrung. There's whistled at the wark,
• 1:07:55
  Speaker 1: there's Rustled's life so long the lambs are getting stark.
• 1:08:00
  Speaker 1: Such a heart as Thine's and never failing friend. It
• 1:08:04
  Speaker 1: cheers Amon's decline and keeps it sweet to the end.
• 1:08:08
  Speaker 1: Thy banner'll soon be furled. And then they had to
• 1:08:11
  Speaker 1: tell he traveled the dirty world and never soilty cell.
• 1:08:16
  Speaker 1: And when I come to day and death has tain
• 1:08:19
  Speaker 1: his tow, Oh to lead to thee God, bless this
• 1:08:23
  Speaker 1: snowy bow. Marget's coming, Oh Sam, whatever does to me?
• 1:08:31
  Speaker 1: And oh see that there? If nuke again, we're over.
• 1:08:35
  Speaker 1: Jill As nine and ten has dropped into a fortin
• 1:08:39
  Speaker 1: Oh wonder how a monk and sit and waste his
• 1:08:42
  Speaker 1: bit of wage and wit if o thee wife ohd
• 1:08:45
  Speaker 1: mate the flit wi little time to start in, butuoud
• 1:08:50
  Speaker 1: your marget's up with town. Oh you'd a axe for
• 1:08:54
  Speaker 1: the earth crown, and just meet now, or scump it down.
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 1: It's true as oughteth Bible. The nosey Margaret Wheel avowed
• 1:09:02
  Speaker 1: her tongue. It makes my fair go cowed synth day
• 1:09:05
  Speaker 1: who broke me nose? If fould with fedger forage theimble,
• 1:09:10
  Speaker 1: it's ten to one who'll go in here and poo
• 1:09:13
  Speaker 1: the outth corner? Cheer to sit for her back where
• 1:09:16
  Speaker 1: running's clear, or keep me in off window. There are
• 1:09:20
  Speaker 1: my the hates, And when no shout, be limber legged
• 1:09:23
  Speaker 1: and love us out. And though will not believe or
• 1:09:26
  Speaker 1: doubt or swear, oh, never sin there, or bite me tongue,
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 1: or will bethmun or plug my ears up till lose gone.
• 1:09:35
  Speaker 1: A growing tree could hardly stun a savage woman flighting.
• 1:09:39
  Speaker 1: If thought were not but oith mind to make the
• 1:09:42
  Speaker 1: bits of booses kind, they'll be less wandering out to
• 1:09:45
  Speaker 1: find a corner to be quieting. It's nearly three o'clock
• 1:09:50
  Speaker 1: with chime, This hail of gems is very prime. Or
• 1:09:53
  Speaker 1: cower me down till bag in time and have a
• 1:09:56
  Speaker 1: reach a backer, or guessed ha's heard a clinker lad
• 1:10:00
  Speaker 1: and lilting Jenny getting wed and call up going wrang
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 1: if yet, But that's not makes to crack o'er. There's
• 1:10:07
  Speaker 1: news that chaps at wore a Crown are getting poulet
• 1:10:10
  Speaker 1: up and down. They're punching them for town to town
• 1:10:14
  Speaker 1: like footballs. In a PASTA young garry bauld his ganam silk,
• 1:10:18
  Speaker 1: would lad, he's fairly made and swilk, and now they
• 1:10:22
  Speaker 1: send he's selling milk to raise new clues for iester.
• 1:10:26
  Speaker 1: The summer creeping out of Slutch and some are getting
• 1:10:29
  Speaker 1: down with Deutsch. But by th mon, oh never heard
• 1:10:33
  Speaker 1: of sitch a world for change of forting. They're going
• 1:10:36
  Speaker 1: groaning out of seat. They come in crying into fleet
• 1:10:40
  Speaker 1: without or he heard a monday eat a tale about
• 1:10:44
  Speaker 1: a quarting poop. I'll tell it I poor corn there
• 1:10:48
  Speaker 1: knows that little bow legged one. But hey, I would
• 1:10:51
  Speaker 1: lad your Margetsy, who's coming like a racer some foods?
• 1:10:56
  Speaker 1: But here a both track cut Sam, who'll lovers in
• 1:10:59
  Speaker 1: a crack? What said w'd come? Let's run out back
• 1:11:03
  Speaker 1: both mass or die up facer. End of Part six
• 1:11:09
  Speaker 1: Hard Weather winter eighteen seventy eight to nine, Good lord
• 1:11:16
  Speaker 1: as days, What times are these for clemming and for gowd,
• 1:11:20
  Speaker 1: for doorful luke's and wintry nooks where folk are poor
• 1:11:24
  Speaker 1: and owed, for hopeless care and dark despair and gloomy
• 1:11:29
  Speaker 1: want to trust, for fireless hearths and cupboards bare and
• 1:11:34
  Speaker 1: bitter want to crust. But bide, lad spied for a
• 1:11:38
  Speaker 1: happier tide, And keep your hearts out of your shoon
• 1:11:42
  Speaker 1: through thick and thin. We'll ne'er give in. There's a
• 1:11:45
  Speaker 1: bit of blue sky a boon. There never were Sich
• 1:11:48
  Speaker 1: mournful cries of famineured afore John Chinaman's been clemmed to death,
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 1: and India's suffered. Sore your mills may we'll be stunning
• 1:11:59
  Speaker 1: still your marckets we'll be slack for when folks nipped
• 1:12:03
  Speaker 1: for want of mate, they nought to spare for back.
• 1:12:07
  Speaker 1: Good bide, lads, bied for happier tide, And keep your
• 1:12:10
  Speaker 1: hearts out to your shoon through thick and thin, we
• 1:12:13
  Speaker 1: ne'er give in. There's a bit of blue sky a boon.
• 1:12:17
  Speaker 1: Sich strikes and rouse and breakages they're never yet were
• 1:12:22
  Speaker 1: known Sich bretton and sitch chetting, and sich bitter starving worn,
• 1:12:27
  Speaker 1: These navies, pranks, he trusted banks are spreading ruin round,
• 1:12:32
  Speaker 1: and every hour the trading ranks are crashing to the ground.
• 1:12:36
  Speaker 1: But bide, lad's bide for a happier tide, and keep
• 1:12:39
  Speaker 1: your hearts out to your shoon through thick and thin.
• 1:12:42
  Speaker 1: We'll ne'er give in. There's a bit of blue sky
• 1:12:45
  Speaker 1: a boon, whilst trade declines and taxes rise, and ruin
• 1:12:50
  Speaker 1: stalks the land. We're grown to see the good we
• 1:12:54
  Speaker 1: prize crushed by a rampant band. Sis I was to
• 1:12:57
  Speaker 1: watch each bloody free and made come pounder plot. And
• 1:13:02
  Speaker 1: when the day, whoever may tis ours to pay the shot.
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 1: But bide, lad's bide for a happier tide, and keep
• 1:13:09
  Speaker 1: your hearts out to your shoon through thick and thin,
• 1:13:13
  Speaker 1: We nay give in. There's a bit of blue sky,
• 1:13:15
  Speaker 1: a boon, thoth bitter air, and living bare gets keener
• 1:13:20
  Speaker 1: every day, and empty your folks pockets are the more
• 1:13:23
  Speaker 1: the hand to pay those strikes and wars and swindling
• 1:13:27
  Speaker 1: tricks ascending thide world wrong. Yet come, what will this
• 1:13:32
  Speaker 1: shall be? Still the burden of my song. But bide,
• 1:13:36
  Speaker 1: lad's bide for a happier tide, and keep your hearts
• 1:13:39
  Speaker 1: out to your shoon. Through thick and thin, we'll ne'er
• 1:13:42
  Speaker 1: give in. There's a bit of blue sky a boon.
• 1:13:49
  Speaker 1: Come limber lads, Come limber lads, so neat and gay
• 1:13:53
  Speaker 1: on fame. We're wick and hearty. Turn eat we have
• 1:13:56
  Speaker 1: a holiday tomorrow. We'll find it hearty like sailors thrucked
• 1:14:01
  Speaker 1: with stormy mane into a nouke. Together one are of
• 1:14:05
  Speaker 1: friendly fun, and then again for wind and weather our time,
• 1:14:11
  Speaker 1: though when a mon'seth dumps is seldom in hurry, nips
• 1:14:14
  Speaker 1: up his shins, and off he stumps. The minute one
• 1:14:17
  Speaker 1: gets merry. Life's road, though not as dree as his.
• 1:14:20
  Speaker 1: He's hard a wark to travel. One leats a few
• 1:14:23
  Speaker 1: sich nookes as this, and the journey ends it gravel.
• 1:14:28
  Speaker 1: Then clink and sing me lucky lads, and frisk it
• 1:14:31
  Speaker 1: while you're able. There's cheap in lay rocks round the board,
• 1:14:34
  Speaker 1: and plenty above table. Come crack your jokes and let
• 1:14:38
  Speaker 1: him eat a sly deception scorning. When prank it out,
• 1:14:42
  Speaker 1: we gleat and eat and strike to arketh morning. If
• 1:14:47
  Speaker 1: ore the one as under sky be grasped that cannot linger,
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 1: let every immortal blade that's dry cock up his little finger.
• 1:14:55
  Speaker 1: Then fill for him that's full of fun. And let
• 1:14:58
  Speaker 1: it be a thumper, a flat that thinks he is
• 1:15:01
  Speaker 1: nearly done when rousing, we're a bumper. And now to
• 1:15:06
  Speaker 1: end this friendly rant, turn up your tots to ceiling.
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 1: Let's hope that he may may feel scant that never
• 1:15:12
  Speaker 1: scant feeling. Good luck to flad that wants a wife,
• 1:15:16
  Speaker 1: we rosey chens to bind him, and one that wants
• 1:15:19
  Speaker 1: a foo with life, if looking glass he'll find him.
• 1:15:26
  Speaker 1: The garland air Cupid's garden towards when the dawn of
• 1:15:32
  Speaker 1: morning began to stir with sky adorned mysel to wonder
• 1:15:36
  Speaker 1: afore the dew were dry, to wander in the gay
• 1:15:40
  Speaker 1: greenwood reat early eyeded Wrove. I could not sleep upon
• 1:15:44
  Speaker 1: my bed for thinking of me love down in a
• 1:15:47
  Speaker 1: bonny dingle, where sometimes we did stray half vows of
• 1:15:51
  Speaker 1: love to mingle at close of summer day. It's there,
• 1:15:55
  Speaker 1: we're oft among her hair, the flowers of spring. Ab Wove.
• 1:15:59
  Speaker 1: I sat me down to think upon the girl that
• 1:16:02
  Speaker 1: I do love. It's there, I made a garland my darling,
• 1:16:06
  Speaker 1: for to dawn, and the poses that were in it
• 1:16:09
  Speaker 1: they shined like the sun, the dewy poses, wild and sweet.
• 1:16:13
  Speaker 1: Only the leafy grove. It breaks my heart to think
• 1:16:17
  Speaker 1: upon the girl that I do love. The cowslip and
• 1:16:21
  Speaker 1: the speed well with the dew drop in its ea,
• 1:16:24
  Speaker 1: and the wild rose and the bluebell they blend so bonily,
• 1:16:28
  Speaker 1: and the honeysuckle wandering wild with violets blue I wove
• 1:16:32
  Speaker 1: they made me for to think upon the girl that
• 1:16:35
  Speaker 1: I do love. And when I pooed me poses, the
• 1:16:39
  Speaker 1: small birds they did sing. And when I wove me garland,
• 1:16:43
  Speaker 1: they made the woods to ring. On every tree, the
• 1:16:46
  Speaker 1: wild bird's glee rang through the leafy grove as I
• 1:16:50
  Speaker 1: came away at dawn of day, still thinking of my love.
• 1:16:54
  Speaker 1: Over the morning sun it rises to cheer my heart's delight,
• 1:16:59
  Speaker 1: and the silk the moon she wanders among the clouds
• 1:17:02
  Speaker 1: at nights, and the twinkling stars that look so fine
• 1:17:06
  Speaker 1: all in the heavens above her wark or play beneat
• 1:17:10
  Speaker 1: and day. I'm thinking of my love. These bonny bits
• 1:17:17
  Speaker 1: are childer. Air has sorrowed thy young days shaded. Never
• 1:17:22
  Speaker 1: tell me that children are tiresome. They're the best little
• 1:17:26
  Speaker 1: creators alive. And if beautiful country are booners, they're throng
• 1:17:30
  Speaker 1: as a hummerbee hive. The sunlight of heaven beams round them,
• 1:17:35
  Speaker 1: and seldom immortal can meet in this changeable world that
• 1:17:39
  Speaker 1: we're borne to with aught so unsullied and sweet. Never
• 1:17:44
  Speaker 1: tell me that children are tiresome. They're the best little
• 1:17:47
  Speaker 1: creators alive. And if beautiful country are booners, they're throng
• 1:17:51
  Speaker 1: as a hummerbee hive. With their prattling talk and their marlarks,
• 1:17:56
  Speaker 1: they keeping her body's heart green. And if gloomiest hour
• 1:18:00
  Speaker 1: a live's winter, I can sum me if they'll eat,
• 1:18:03
  Speaker 1: they're en with sound of their sweet chicken music they make.
• 1:18:08
  Speaker 1: And my little coat ring like a gage full of
• 1:18:11
  Speaker 1: twittering angels that's sent down from heaven to sing. Never
• 1:18:16
  Speaker 1: tell me that children are tiresome. They're the best little
• 1:18:19
  Speaker 1: craters alive, and I beautiful country are booners. They're throng
• 1:18:23
  Speaker 1: as a hummabee hive. And when I grow weary with
• 1:18:27
  Speaker 1: thinking and everything round me seems dark, they're keeping me
• 1:18:31
  Speaker 1: spirits for sinking, and sending me back to me wark
• 1:18:35
  Speaker 1: for I feel there's something to live for, though everything
• 1:18:38
  Speaker 1: else should depart, and there's nouteth wild words so precious
• 1:18:43
  Speaker 1: as treasures that sweeten the heart. Never tell me that
• 1:18:46
  Speaker 1: children are tiresome. They're the best little creators alive, and
• 1:18:51
  Speaker 1: I beautiful country are booners. They're as throng as a
• 1:18:54
  Speaker 1: hummerbee hive. And when even tide deepens around us and
• 1:18:59
  Speaker 1: I get them lay snugly to rest, I sometimes creep
• 1:19:02
  Speaker 1: up again, softly to look at him lying his nest,
• 1:19:06
  Speaker 1: And then quiet tears come down, dreeping as I sit
• 1:19:10
  Speaker 1: by the bedside alone, for the face of a little
• 1:19:13
  Speaker 1: child sleeping would soften the heart of a stone. They
• 1:19:18
  Speaker 1: never say children are tiresome. They're the best little creators alive.
• 1:19:23
  Speaker 1: And if beautiful country are booners, their throngers are hummerbee hive. Oh,
• 1:19:29
  Speaker 1: the sunshine of heaven enfolds them. And seldom a mortal
• 1:19:33
  Speaker 1: can meet in this changeable world that we're born to
• 1:19:37
  Speaker 1: without so nsullied and sweet. They never say children are tiresome.
• 1:19:43
  Speaker 1: They're the best little creators alive. And if beautiful country
• 1:19:47
  Speaker 1: are booners, there throngers are hummabee hive. To my old fiddle. Oh,
• 1:19:56
  Speaker 1: David was a famous king and master man are singers.
• 1:20:00
  Speaker 1: His fiddle was a witching thing when touched by David's fingers.
• 1:20:04
  Speaker 1: But David never stirred a string to melody as fine. Oh,
• 1:20:08
  Speaker 1: and David's fiddle couldn't sing like this out brid of mine,
• 1:20:12
  Speaker 1: O my bonny little angel, neast's tender, sweet and funny.
• 1:20:17
  Speaker 1: I wouldn't swap me music kissed to own a mint
• 1:20:20
  Speaker 1: o money. I sometimes think it's gradely wick the singing
• 1:20:24
  Speaker 1: birds inside on and not a string, but swarming thick
• 1:20:29
  Speaker 1: with little elves astride once, for it can sob and
• 1:20:32
  Speaker 1: moan and sigh, and it can pout and whimper, and
• 1:20:36
  Speaker 1: it can cork and wheedles sly, and it can lisp
• 1:20:39
  Speaker 1: and simper, and it can laugh and crow and shout,
• 1:20:43
  Speaker 1: and it can wail. So keen o folk cannot see
• 1:20:46
  Speaker 1: their gate about for the waiter in the reno, the
• 1:20:50
  Speaker 1: wood were green, if aairy land that spits and pegs
• 1:20:54
  Speaker 1: were made on, and every newcant thrills we life the
• 1:20:58
  Speaker 1: minute that it's played on the younger and of fairy
• 1:21:01
  Speaker 1: folk they dance in a poff bridge ont the capering
• 1:21:04
  Speaker 1: and poff fiddle bow and riding upof ridge hnts as
• 1:21:09
  Speaker 1: I go tweedling up and down I meat. We welcome FREEO.
• 1:21:13
  Speaker 1: There's never a mon that comes to town that overs
• 1:21:16
  Speaker 1: fain to see you. Fath childer bringing me butter cakes
• 1:21:20
  Speaker 1: to tickle up me timber, and fuddlers bringing me jills
• 1:21:23
  Speaker 1: of ale to make me elbow limber me, darling, little
• 1:21:28
  Speaker 1: singing bird. We'm both grown out together, and we'm being
• 1:21:32
  Speaker 1: kind and faithful friends through dark and sunny weather and
• 1:21:36
  Speaker 1: the hotelse should make a moan the day that I
• 1:21:39
  Speaker 1: shall deal O. If then't let this little brid alone,
• 1:21:43
  Speaker 1: it'll sing a hymn for me. Oh, it's time to
• 1:21:48
  Speaker 1: be jogging away air graner whale, where pitchers are empty
• 1:21:54
  Speaker 1: and pouches of Bare's time to be jogging away when
• 1:21:58
  Speaker 1: they grieve in the hearts and this in the fair.
• 1:22:01
  Speaker 1: It's time to be jogging away when they snapping and
• 1:22:04
  Speaker 1: fratching and peevishly catching at best that a body can say,
• 1:22:09
  Speaker 1: when love's staying amiss with a winter he kiss, it's
• 1:22:12
  Speaker 1: time to be jogging away at the close of the day,
• 1:22:16
  Speaker 1: when the sun has gone down. It's time to be
• 1:22:18
  Speaker 1: jogging away when night draws a curtain and deepening frown.
• 1:22:23
  Speaker 1: It's time to be jogging away when the sky has
• 1:22:26
  Speaker 1: no moon, and from dark clouds and moon no star
• 1:22:30
  Speaker 1: shows a glimmering ray. When the journey is lone and
• 1:22:33
  Speaker 1: the gathering winds morn. It's time to be jogging away.
• 1:22:38
  Speaker 1: When slander is loud and when tricksters are proud. It's
• 1:22:42
  Speaker 1: time to be jogging away. When truth meets with slight,
• 1:22:46
  Speaker 1: and when craft wins the fight. It's time to be
• 1:22:49
  Speaker 1: jogging away when rascals grow bold, and when cronies grow
• 1:22:54
  Speaker 1: cold and cross to the opposite way. When foreman looks sly,
• 1:22:59
  Speaker 1: and when neighbors looks shy. It's time to be jogging away.
• 1:23:04
  Speaker 1: When the night brings no rest and the day like
• 1:23:06
  Speaker 1: no cheer. It's time to be jogging away when the
• 1:23:10
  Speaker 1: heart's full of pain and the head full of care.
• 1:23:13
  Speaker 1: It's time to be jogging away when favors are sould
• 1:23:17
  Speaker 1: and affection grows cold, and kindness begins to decay. When
• 1:23:22
  Speaker 1: friendship has fled and we live with the dead. It's
• 1:23:25
  Speaker 1: time to be jogging away when the shanks growing slim
• 1:23:30
  Speaker 1: and the eyes growing dim. It's time to be jogging
• 1:23:33
  Speaker 1: away when the foot totters slow, and the pulse flutters low.
• 1:23:39
  Speaker 1: It's time to be jogging away. When the blood's getting
• 1:23:43
  Speaker 1: thin and we wearied, we din it draws to the
• 1:23:46
  Speaker 1: close of the day. Then farewell to all, for the
• 1:23:51
  Speaker 1: passing bells call it's time to be jogging away. End
• 1:23:58
  Speaker 1: of Part Seventle Cattle, Little Care, Laddie, good dog. The
• 1:24:04
  Speaker 1: day wark's done, The sun's low in the west, the
• 1:24:08
  Speaker 1: lingering wild birds, one by one are flitting to the nest.
• 1:24:13
  Speaker 1: Mild evenings, fairy fingers close the curtain of the day,
• 1:24:18
  Speaker 1: and the drowsy landscape seeks repose in twilight shadows. Gray.
• 1:24:24
  Speaker 1: Little Cattle, Little Care, lieee down, Laddie. We never owned
• 1:24:29
  Speaker 1: a yard aground, we little wealth in hand. But they
• 1:24:34
  Speaker 1: amake and sleep as sound as richest fork if land.
• 1:24:38
  Speaker 1: And whether all alike laid down and lapped in dreamless
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 1: snooze between a monarch and a clown, there's not a
• 1:24:45
  Speaker 1: pin to choose. Little Cattle, Little Care, lie down, Laddie.
• 1:24:52
  Speaker 1: Let the miser hug his glittering prey and think his
• 1:24:56
  Speaker 1: joys complete. Let him root among it all the day
• 1:25:00
  Speaker 1: and county to wur it neats. He can trail its
• 1:25:03
  Speaker 1: butt to fender throad, where life's short tale is told.
• 1:25:07
  Speaker 1: Then death takes off his golden load and leaves him
• 1:25:11
  Speaker 1: in the cold. Little cattle, little Care lie down, Laddie.
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 1: Then come good dog. The day Wark's done, we'll let
• 1:25:21
  Speaker 1: the world roll by. There's never a king below the
• 1:25:24
  Speaker 1: sun as happy as thou an eye. For though kings
• 1:25:28
  Speaker 1: lie on beds of down sweet sleep, they seldom find.
• 1:25:32
  Speaker 1: And there's not a jewel in all the crown that's
• 1:25:35
  Speaker 1: worth a quiet mind. Little cattle, little Care liee down, Laddie.
• 1:25:44
  Speaker 1: Cradle song child cries with cradle the cake brunseth stone,
• 1:25:51
  Speaker 1: the cow mooseth milking gap that fenderth floorn. The cat
• 1:25:56
  Speaker 1: purrs off our stone. The clock ticks if new skettle
• 1:26:01
  Speaker 1: sings off hob and pwn hangs on thuk thwoint Rose
• 1:26:06
  Speaker 1: chimbly brings down the suit man nits and sings and
• 1:26:11
  Speaker 1: rocks with her foots NaN's offer churning. Dick's gone to
• 1:26:16
  Speaker 1: thpaarn lack. Little Billy up to keep him warm round
• 1:26:21
  Speaker 1: Billy's curly head. Good fairies play tent in his little
• 1:26:26
  Speaker 1: bed till break a day. One day brings sunshine the
• 1:26:30
  Speaker 1: next day brings rain. No day brings Billy's dad back
• 1:26:34
  Speaker 1: here again. Sleep little darling, sleep, God, what jore thee
• 1:26:40
  Speaker 1: thout o that's left world to comfort me? The little
• 1:26:48
  Speaker 1: doffer A merry little doffer. Lad come down to Shapper's
• 1:26:52
  Speaker 1: mill to see if he could get a shop. He
• 1:26:54
  Speaker 1: said his name were Bill Bill want me lad? Thorlookers
• 1:26:59
  Speaker 1: said that's a good note beside. Oh yeah, said Flad.
• 1:27:03
  Speaker 1: They call me things sometimes it's bad to mide. But
• 1:27:08
  Speaker 1: what's the father's name? Me, lad? They'll surely tell me that,
• 1:27:12
  Speaker 1: said Flad. Some corny apple dad he greatly names out
• 1:27:16
  Speaker 1: at my uncle Joe's goed flopper chops, And sometimes I
• 1:27:21
  Speaker 1: would be tired they call him these at th waving shops.
• 1:27:24
  Speaker 1: And I know note beside, said Thor looker, I know
• 1:27:29
  Speaker 1: how Joe he waves for Billy grime. But what don't
• 1:27:32
  Speaker 1: they call the amy lad when they corn at dinner time?
• 1:27:36
  Speaker 1: Flad grinned and said they never had to call me then,
• 1:27:40
  Speaker 1: no fear, said Thor looker. How's that me, lad, said Flad.
• 1:27:45
  Speaker 1: I'm allers there me Lad, that looks a lively count
• 1:27:49
  Speaker 1: keen as a cross cut sore short your sharp teeth,
• 1:27:53
  Speaker 1: a twinkling knee, and a little hungry more. But we
• 1:27:57
  Speaker 1: must have been watching at was brought the down our away,
• 1:28:01
  Speaker 1: said Clad. I watched for Tommy Platt hegan with bag
• 1:28:04
  Speaker 1: today that was brought the character, I guess, says Clad.
• 1:28:09
  Speaker 1: Here hanger doubt says no looker to Flad. How's this,
• 1:28:14
  Speaker 1: says Flad. I'm better about, said tho, looker. I never
• 1:28:19
  Speaker 1: see sich a whelp since I were born, But I'll
• 1:28:22
  Speaker 1: try what I can make of thee. Come to thee
• 1:28:25
  Speaker 1: wark to morn hey, Lad's hey, Oh, I have fidging
• 1:28:33
  Speaker 1: fain to drop me wark when gloaming shades come softly down,
• 1:28:37
  Speaker 1: I went at fedger dark to the funniest last in
• 1:28:41
  Speaker 1: rapster town. I is such a flutter to tap the
• 1:28:44
  Speaker 1: gate that's had hardly time to teemy soon for my
• 1:28:47
  Speaker 1: heartbeat wild with lovely late and meetingling feet kept time
• 1:28:51
  Speaker 1: to June sing hey, Lad's hey, sing o, Lad's ho?
• 1:28:56
  Speaker 1: What's to be tied? As who can know? On wings
• 1:29:00
  Speaker 1: are bliss away? I flew or more and moss and posiedly.
• 1:29:04
  Speaker 1: I started money a brid for bow, but never a
• 1:29:07
  Speaker 1: brid as blithe as me. And when I come to
• 1:29:10
  Speaker 1: forming brook bunk full of waiter spreading wide. I took
• 1:29:14
  Speaker 1: a sprint when tour like waint a letter yard at
• 1:29:17
  Speaker 1: the other side, sing here, lad's hey, sing o lads, oh,
• 1:29:22
  Speaker 1: what's to be tide us? Who can know? That seat
• 1:29:26
  Speaker 1: ath gable endeth cot. I rubbed my hands, and Marl
• 1:29:29
  Speaker 1: looked round, and I trimmed me clues for yet to foot,
• 1:29:32
  Speaker 1: for I felt myself a fairy ground. But when I
• 1:29:35
  Speaker 1: met with fickled Kate, who lost no time to let
• 1:29:38
  Speaker 1: me see, the two set a cap another gate, and
• 1:29:41
  Speaker 1: who wanted no more truck with me? Sing here, lad's hey,
• 1:29:45
  Speaker 1: sing oh, lads, oh, what's to be tide us? Who
• 1:29:47
  Speaker 1: can know? I hung about a while and I come
• 1:29:51
  Speaker 1: trailing warm withleetereth moon, And at every step I oversigh,
• 1:29:56
  Speaker 1: for my heart has sunk into my shoon. And when
• 1:29:59
  Speaker 1: I get in a mile gate, I sat me down
• 1:30:01
  Speaker 1: by thou draw well, and I felt it such a
• 1:30:04
  Speaker 1: doleful state that are all over mine to drown meself?
• 1:30:08
  Speaker 1: Sing here lads, hey, sing o lads, hoe, what's to
• 1:30:11
  Speaker 1: be tiders? Who can know? What? Ails? Yon? Lad me
• 1:30:16
  Speaker 1: favors said there's summer has tain him sadly down pre
• 1:30:20
  Speaker 1: sits if nuke and he hangs his yead and a
• 1:30:22
  Speaker 1: doubt he's lost his gates to town. Come Robin, don't
• 1:30:26
  Speaker 1: tack they look so ill, keep up the heart and
• 1:30:28
  Speaker 1: gape around, for if one love win at another will
• 1:30:32
  Speaker 1: and there's plenty of lasses left of ground. Sing here,
• 1:30:35
  Speaker 1: Lad's hey, single, Lad's ho? What's to be tiders? Who
• 1:30:39
  Speaker 1: can know? Toothsome advice? Oh nanny, that's all a gear.
• 1:30:49
  Speaker 1: Do pray there, go peeping to the glass. There looks
• 1:30:52
  Speaker 1: dirty and dowlly and queer. Whatever's to do with a lass?
• 1:30:56
  Speaker 1: Bless you Mary, if thought no but knew that truve
• 1:31:00
  Speaker 1: I have we on lad. He's at the alouse again
• 1:31:02
  Speaker 1: without crew. It's enough to drive on him on mad
• 1:31:06
  Speaker 1: Aymy wench a bit louder than thee, and it grees
• 1:31:10
  Speaker 1: me to say they like this, So pray the now
• 1:31:13
  Speaker 1: hearken to me, and don't go and tack it to
• 1:31:15
  Speaker 1: miss that wants a nice looking and mild and tidily
• 1:31:19
  Speaker 1: done too as well. But now they were quite sluttish
• 1:31:23
  Speaker 1: and wild about both the house and his cell. It's
• 1:31:27
  Speaker 1: hard to keep things read with aught that a body
• 1:31:29
  Speaker 1: can manage to do, but I'm on sure to stray
• 1:31:32
  Speaker 1: when he's nought but dirt and foul looks to come too.
• 1:31:36
  Speaker 1: If thou wants to keep Jamie's house, the one be
• 1:31:39
  Speaker 1: it trap. We comfort me lass. Oh, there's lots of nukes,
• 1:31:43
  Speaker 1: canty and krause where he'll creep with his pipe and
• 1:31:46
  Speaker 1: his glass. The one keep his warm, pleasant and sweet
• 1:31:50
  Speaker 1: and everything fit to be seen. The won't keep thee
• 1:31:53
  Speaker 1: hearth cheerful and breat The wont keep the sell tidy
• 1:31:57
  Speaker 1: and clean. Her good tempered to wife will entice to
• 1:32:00
  Speaker 1: a fireside that's gozy and trim. They liking to see
• 1:32:04
  Speaker 1: the wives nice. And I'm sure it's o you're Jim.
• 1:32:09
  Speaker 1: You must have his meals cooked to his mind a
• 1:32:11
  Speaker 1: three time and dacently laid tack pains. And I'll very
• 1:32:16
  Speaker 1: soon find how nice a plain dish can be made.
• 1:32:19
  Speaker 1: Good cooking keeps liking alive with a woman that's known
• 1:32:23
  Speaker 1: shore to wit, and there's never a creatory ive put's
• 1:32:26
  Speaker 1: fond of a toothsome titbit. Hey Mary, I'm not out
• 1:32:31
  Speaker 1: of a cook, but just rough and ready, you know.
• 1:32:33
  Speaker 1: On As for roasting and boiling with walk, I'm more
• 1:32:37
  Speaker 1: little more use than a stone, don't they bother it?
• 1:32:40
  Speaker 1: And I, though we may, I'll soon put the right
• 1:32:43
  Speaker 1: if I'll come, and I'll line there some cooking that'll see,
• 1:32:46
  Speaker 1: that'll help to keep Jamie at warm. Cock Robin air
• 1:32:54
  Speaker 1: with Wellington will go God Robin come a dacent folk.
• 1:32:59
  Speaker 1: It was the village pride, the tightest, sweetest, soundest lad
• 1:33:03
  Speaker 1: that stepped them all and side for top to toe.
• 1:33:06
  Speaker 1: He stood six feet. His voice was loud and clear,
• 1:33:10
  Speaker 1: but he could whisper low and sweet when a bonny
• 1:33:13
  Speaker 1: lass was near. Got Robin had a witching tongue. It
• 1:33:17
  Speaker 1: made folk laugh and cry, and he won the hearts
• 1:33:20
  Speaker 1: of oud and young with loveleat in his eye. And
• 1:33:24
  Speaker 1: as he wandered through the fields, he made the valley
• 1:33:27
  Speaker 1: ring and country lasses prick their ears to hear Young
• 1:33:31
  Speaker 1: Robin sing. Young Robin was the blithest couch that frolicked
• 1:33:36
  Speaker 1: on the green. The gain of the lads is fouled,
• 1:33:39
  Speaker 1: the darling of the scene. With happy heart in nature's lap,
• 1:33:43
  Speaker 1: he wandered wild and free for many a sweet last
• 1:33:46
  Speaker 1: set a cap to catch his twinkling ee. But there
• 1:33:50
  Speaker 1: was one day lass that bore from all the world
• 1:33:53
  Speaker 1: the bell and touched his heart for evermore with love's
• 1:33:57
  Speaker 1: delightful spell. With modest charms unknown to guile, she made
• 1:34:01
  Speaker 1: a conquest sweet and brought the roving minstrel down to
• 1:34:05
  Speaker 1: warble at her feet. Now Robin feels the mystic power
• 1:34:10
  Speaker 1: of true love here below, and Robin owns the richest
• 1:34:14
  Speaker 1: dower that angels can bestow. He flits no more from
• 1:34:18
  Speaker 1: bout to bow. His soarings wild have ceased. His songs
• 1:34:23
  Speaker 1: are awful malley, now earth, little bridstiff nast end of
• 1:34:29
  Speaker 1: Part eight. Owd roddel owurd Roddell were tattered and torn
• 1:34:36
  Speaker 1: with a blat and gowgly e. Here womble and slap
• 1:34:40
  Speaker 1: and unshorn, a flasome count to see houseless without a friend,
• 1:34:45
  Speaker 1: the poor oured, wandering slave crawled on to his journey's
• 1:34:49
  Speaker 1: end with one of his feet with grave poor owd roddel,
• 1:34:55
  Speaker 1: owd roddel were fond of ale. For tap to tat
• 1:34:58
  Speaker 1: went he and this was his endless tail. It's done
• 1:35:02
  Speaker 1: a jail for me. He crept into drinking shops at
• 1:35:05
  Speaker 1: dawn in the morning. Late he lived upop balmy slops
• 1:35:09
  Speaker 1: and slept in a tub at neat, poor out Roddel
• 1:35:14
  Speaker 1: ares Rodel one morning tied. We're trailing his limbs to town.
• 1:35:19
  Speaker 1: A twinkle with slutchy spied he had. It's a silver crown. Now,
• 1:35:24
  Speaker 1: Rodel go buy a shirt, a shirt and a pair
• 1:35:27
  Speaker 1: of shoon a fig for your shoe and shirts made
• 1:35:31
  Speaker 1: for Rottel's as dry as oon. Poor out Roddel, go
• 1:35:36
  Speaker 1: and bring us a Wilfield quote. I'm gone as a bye.
• 1:35:39
  Speaker 1: The tot today have a chance to start. We have
• 1:35:43
  Speaker 1: forming full grown pot. This crown is a jovial look.
• 1:35:47
  Speaker 1: I'm flayed. It'll melt too fast, but I'll live like
• 1:35:51
  Speaker 1: a king in nuke as long as me. Crown will last.
• 1:35:55
  Speaker 1: Poor out Roddle. But he met with a friendly touch
• 1:36:00
  Speaker 1: that ended his mortal bows. For he fell in a
• 1:36:03
  Speaker 1: fatal clutch that turned up his weary toes. Though they
• 1:36:07
  Speaker 1: missed him. If nookexth town where penniless torpors meet, nobody
• 1:36:12
  Speaker 1: knew how he'd broken down, nor where he'd crept out
• 1:36:15
  Speaker 1: a seat. Poor oud Roddle in a churchyard corner, alone
• 1:36:21
  Speaker 1: under a nameless mound, with a friendless poor of throne.
• 1:36:26
  Speaker 1: Rodel lies sleeping sound, and the kind moon shines at
• 1:36:31
  Speaker 1: night on the weary wanderer's bed, and the sun and
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 1: rain keep bright his grassy quilt to her head. Poor
• 1:36:39
  Speaker 1: oud Roddle, my grand favor Willie, My grandfather Willie were
• 1:36:47
  Speaker 1: born off more Side in a cozy oued house where
• 1:36:51
  Speaker 1: he lived till he died. He was strong limbed and hearty,
• 1:36:55
  Speaker 1: and manly and kind, and as blithe as a lark,
• 1:36:58
  Speaker 1: for he naught on his mind. Trry Down his wife
• 1:37:02
  Speaker 1: with best greater than ever were made, and they'd three
• 1:37:06
  Speaker 1: bonny lasses as ever broke braid, and five strapping lads.
• 1:37:10
  Speaker 1: They looked grand in a row for then six feet
• 1:37:13
  Speaker 1: apiece that makes ten yards in ore derry Down. My
• 1:37:18
  Speaker 1: grandfather's house were a cozy out shop and as sweet
• 1:37:22
  Speaker 1: as a posy from bottom to top. Parl at loom
• 1:37:25
  Speaker 1: house and dairy bedrooms great and small, and a shining
• 1:37:29
  Speaker 1: out kitchen, the best nouke of oar derry Down. He'd
• 1:37:34
  Speaker 1: cows in a pasta and sheep off more Side, and
• 1:37:38
  Speaker 1: a nice bit of garden with thou feller's pride, with
• 1:37:41
  Speaker 1: his looms and his cattle, had plenty of wark for
• 1:37:44
  Speaker 1: his glasses and lasses for a daily to dark derry Down.
• 1:37:49
  Speaker 1: Her gray yeaded layrock the three score and twelve. He'd
• 1:37:53
  Speaker 1: weave and he'd warble, he'd root, and he'd delve from
• 1:37:56
  Speaker 1: daybreak to sunset. Then creep to his nuke at the
• 1:38:00
  Speaker 1: sweet Ingle's side for a tott and a smooke, Derry down,
• 1:38:05
  Speaker 1: and for the big end a pendle to Robin Hood's bed,
• 1:38:09
  Speaker 1: for a skid or to tandles, I would grow of
• 1:38:11
  Speaker 1: tough deed. Yet from two lads to tutors, there's never
• 1:38:15
  Speaker 1: a pot that's sin as much glee as me grand
• 1:38:18
  Speaker 1: father's tot Derry down for a swarve mory furnace, worth
• 1:38:23
  Speaker 1: dewerpoff fells keeps twinkled to tinkle of Wolverstone bells, for
• 1:38:28
  Speaker 1: a black coon to black snedge. No cupman could fill
• 1:38:32
  Speaker 1: did more good and less harm than my grand father's
• 1:38:36
  Speaker 1: jill Derry down. There's a journey through life. May this
• 1:38:40
  Speaker 1: forting be mine to be uprat and downread for youth
• 1:38:44
  Speaker 1: to decline and walk like a mon through whatever betide.
• 1:38:48
  Speaker 1: Let me grand father willie that lifts off more side,
• 1:38:52
  Speaker 1: Derry down, Come to your porrich hair, one bumper at part,
• 1:39:01
  Speaker 1: Come lads and sit down to your porridge I hope
• 1:39:04
  Speaker 1: it will help you to thrive. For nobody can live
• 1:39:07
  Speaker 1: as they should do bout somemer to keep them alive.
• 1:39:10
  Speaker 1: With snug with an aacent fat duras while round us
• 1:39:13
  Speaker 1: the winter winds blow. Be thankful for what there's a
• 1:39:16
  Speaker 1: for us. There's some that's and nothing at all. Then
• 1:39:20
  Speaker 1: come and sit down to your porridge. I hope it
• 1:39:22
  Speaker 1: will help you to thrive, for nobody can live as
• 1:39:25
  Speaker 1: they should do bout something to keep them alive. Sometimes
• 1:39:29
  Speaker 1: I have a pain in my stomach that's common to
• 1:39:32
  Speaker 1: folk that's a poor but I have mostly a mouthful
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  Speaker 1: of summit that suits me. Complain to a youre come beef,
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  Speaker 1: sue it, dumpling, a lob scouse, come here like cow'd waiter,
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  Speaker 1: I'll sing, and a lump of good cheese and a janek.
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  Speaker 1: It makes me as proud as a king. Then come
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  Speaker 1: and sit down to your porridge. I hope it will
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  Speaker 1: help you to thrive, for nobody can live as they
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  Speaker 1: should do bout summer to keep them alive. There's money,
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  Speaker 1: poor creators a dainty and want, and they're proven made fine.
• 1:40:02
  Speaker 1: But if it be good and there's plenty, I'm never
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  Speaker 1: to tickle with mine. It's hating that keeps the man wagging,
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  Speaker 1: and hunger that butters his bread. And when a lad
• 1:40:10
  Speaker 1: snives at his bagging, it's time to send him to bed.
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  Speaker 1: Then come and sit down to your porridge. I hope
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  Speaker 1: it will help you to thrive. For nobody can live
• 1:40:19
  Speaker 1: as they should do bout someone to keep them alive.
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  Speaker 1: Some folk are both greedy and liver. Then guttle, but
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  Speaker 1: watch known at all, and their life's just to comfortless
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  Speaker 1: withther be powl at and bound to and fro. Then
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  Speaker 1: walch you ay, lads, till you're weary. It helps to
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  Speaker 1: keep everything neat. You'll find the day run very cheery,
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  Speaker 1: and sleep like a peg top at neat. Then come
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  Speaker 1: and sit down to your porridge. I hope it will
• 1:40:47
  Speaker 1: help you to thrive. For nobody can live as they
• 1:40:49
  Speaker 1: should do bout someone to keep them alive. Hey, joan
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  Speaker 1: our brid Hey joan our bread. Bring in some ale.
• 1:41:01
  Speaker 1: I'm fain to see the wick and wheel. We make
• 1:41:04
  Speaker 1: this coat ring like a bell with jolly hearted sound. Lads,
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  Speaker 1: we just come lilting full of glee from small and
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  Speaker 1: tops so wild and free. Come clear this floor and
• 1:41:14
  Speaker 1: let them see us dancer Cheshire round, lads, there's Jonathan
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  Speaker 1: Can sing a song that's four and twenty verses long
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  Speaker 1: and twittering, Ben caps out and young for merry country
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  Speaker 1: cracks man. There's thistle Jack, Dare's limber Jore, he'll russell
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  Speaker 1: out of town and four come cut and long tail.
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  Speaker 1: Helicks o're and lays them on their backs. Mon, there's
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  Speaker 1: Ned with pipes and curly bill, and someone nells for
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  Speaker 1: ward a hill and moreland, Dan of Bluepot's rill and
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  Speaker 1: thither footed dick. Mon. Now may wander far and pick
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  Speaker 1: and choose where rindles run and heather grows. Thou'll find
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  Speaker 1: no blither couts than those free to windle. Nick Mon,
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  Speaker 1: we're brown as hazelnuts with son harvest. Oh there's wheel
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  Speaker 1: one and every heart runs. Oh we fun and every
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  Speaker 1: lad's in prime one. There are a whit we merry
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  Speaker 1: leat win trip it round winning bull feet, We reat
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  Speaker 1: good will we in blithely greet this bonnie summertime on.
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  Speaker 1: Then bring a forming tanked in and weat your whistles
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  Speaker 1: and begin this roof shall ring with jo of your
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  Speaker 1: din his alidator day, lads, God bless out England's hearts.
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  Speaker 1: Of oak, the toiling swarms, and sturdy fork. Maydan ever
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  Speaker 1: yield to Tyrant's yoke. I will both sing and pray lads.
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  Speaker 1: End of Poems and Songs in the Lancashire Dialect by
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  Speaker 1: Edwin Waugh.