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 * IRED an' oul' an' wore

An' a lif' at these wans when I'm took! But the Lord will send in His own good time,
 * That never His poor forsook.


 * The walls is goin' roun'

When I rise for to try for to dhress, An' I'm forced to sit by the side of the bed
 * An' wait for the house to take ress!


 * I was middlin' smart for all

Till the time when I fell in the Glen, Goin' up to supper the pigs, the sowles!
 * An' the leg was bruk at me then.


 * The coul', the coul', an' the pain!

An' the hollerin' out for Crowe; An' the thought of the craythurs wantin' their mate,
 * An' it spilt at me all in the snow!


 * But Crowe came by at las',

Goin' home from the Ramsey mart, "Them pigs will be wantin' their mate," I said,
 * When they got me home on the cart.


 * So that's the way it iss,

An' I'll never be sthrayin' far; But we mus' have somethin' to keep us down,
 * The stubborn an' proud we are.