Ther's sum at say at what Ah did wer wrang© GERALD ENGLAND
an it's nobbut reight Ah sud hev to pay
But them at talk knaw onny haiff a tale
an Ah doesn't allus knaw what to say
Ah luved thi mam, thowt she luved me
Luv tak its course, sin we boath wer free
- oppen air fahn, i a wood o pine
wi scarcelins a thowt at two maks three
We'd med plans to be wed e'en afooire we knew
but summat happened, though Ah canh tell what,
cos t' thowts o a woman ther's no man kens
- said she luvved me ne mooire an that wer that
Wimmin soa offen change ther tune
an soa Ah thowt at she'd wed me still
As tha knaws to thi cost Ah wer wrang
She tuk her hooik, said she'd hed her fill
Dunna thi fret, doy, thi daddy luvs thee
i spahte o all o things at folks mahte say
though Ah can do ne mooir ner pay me due
fer yer mam she hes to hev her awn way
They'll call thee a name at Ah hate
but thi mam an thee 'll someha fend,
soa tak ne notice an laugh it aff
fer Ah knaw tha'll grow up strait i t' end
