Thursday, February 11, 2016

Come Whoam To Thy Childer an' Me

Come Whoam To Thy Childer an' Me
Edwin Waugh

Aw've just mended th' fire wi' a cob;
Owd Swaddle has brought thi new shoon;
There's some nice bacon-collops o'th hob
An' a quart o' ale posset i'th oon;
Aw've brought thi top-cwot, doesto know
For th'rain's comin' deawn very dree;
An th' har'stone's as white as new snow;—
Come whoam to thi childer an' me

When aw put little Sally to bed,
Hoo cried. 'cose her feyther weren't theer,
So aw kiss'd th' little thing, an aw said
Thae'd bring her a ribbon fro' th' fair;
An' aw gave her a doll, an some rags
An' a nice little white cotton-bo';
An' aw kiss'd her again; but hoo said
'At hoo wanted to kiss thee an' o'

An' Dick, too, aw'd sich wark wi' him,
Afore aw could get him up stairs;
Thae towd him thae'd bring him a drum,
he said, when he're sayin his prayers
Then he looked i' my face, an' he said,
"Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad?"
An' he cried till his e'en were quite red;—
He likes thee some weel, does yon lad!

At th' lung-length, aw geet 'em laid still;
An' aw hearken't folks' feet 'at went by;
So aw iron't o' my clooas reet well,
An' aw hanged 'em o'th maiden to dry;
When aw'd mended thi stockin's an' shirts,
Aw sit deawn to knit i' my cheer,
An' aw rayley did feel rayther hurt,—
Mon, aw'm one-ly when theaw arrn't theer.

"Aw've a drum an' a trumpet for Dick;
Aw've a yard o' blue ribbon for Sal;
Aw've a book full o' babs, an' a stick
An' some 'bacco an' pipes for mysel';
Aw've brought thee some coffee an' tay,—
Iv thae'll feel i' my pocket, tha'll see;
An' aw've bought tho a new cap to-day,—
But Aw al'ays brings summat for thee!

"God bless tho', my lass; aw'll go whoam,
An' aw'll kiss the an' th' childer o' round;
Thae knows, that wherever aw roam,
Aw'm fain to get back to th' owd ground;
Aw can do wi' a crack o'er a glass;
Aw can do wi' a bit of a spree;
But aw've no gradely comfort, my lass,
excepy wi' yon childer and thee"