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170 An’ sons in tow’r do still ring on The merry peals o’ fathers gone, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Noo mwore to sound, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Or hear ring round, &emsp;The bells ov Alderburnham.

Ov happy peäirs, how soon be zome &emsp;A-wedded an’ a-peärted! Vor woone ov jaÿ, what peals mid come &emsp;To zome o’s broken-hearted! The stronger mid the sooner die, The gaÿer mid the sooner sigh; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ who do know &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;What grief’s below &emsp;The bells ov Alderburnham! But still ’tis happiness to know &emsp;That there’s a God above us; An’ he, by day an’ night, do ho &emsp;Vor all ov us, an’ love us, An’ call us to His house, to heal Our hearts, by his own Zunday peal &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Ov bells a-rung &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Vor wold an’ young. &emsp;The bells ov Alderburnham.

girt wold house o’ mossy stwone, Up there upon the knap alwone, Had woonce a bleäzèn kitchèn-vier, That cook’d vor poor-vo’k an’ a squier. The very last ov all the reäce That liv’d the squier o’ the pleäce, Died off when father wer a-born, An’ now his kin be all vorlorn