The wold clock’s han’ do softly steal
Up roun’ the year’s last hour, so’s;
Zoo let the han’-bells ring a peal,
Lik’ them a-hung in tow’r, so’s.
Here, here be two vor Tom, an’ two
Vor Fanny, an’ a peäir vor you;
We’ll meäke em swing,
An’ meäke em ring,
The merry new year in, so’s.
Tom, mind your time there; you be wrong.
Come, let your bells all sound, so’s:
A little clwoser, Poll; ding, dong!
There, now ’tis right all round, so’s.
The clock’s a-strikèn twelve, d’ye hear?
Ting, ting, ding, dong! Farewell, wold year!
’Tis gone, ’tis gone!—
Goo on, goo on,
An’ ring the new woone in, so’s!
WOAK WER GOOD ENOUGH WOONCE.
Ees: now mahogany’s the goo.
An’ good wold English woak won’t do.
I wish vo’k always mid avvword
Hot meals upon a woakèn bwoard.
As good as thik that took my cup
An’ trencher all my growèn up.
Ah! I do mind en in the hall,
A-reachèn all along the wall,
Wi’ us at father’s end, while tother
Did teäke the mäidens wi’ their mother,
An’ while the risèn steam did spread
In curlèn clouds up over head,
Our mouths did wag, an’ tongues did run,
To meäke the maïdens laugh o’ fun.
