Th’ child cries i’th cradle;
Th’ cake bruns o’th stone;
Th’ cow moos i’th milkin’ gap,
At th’ end o’th loan.
The cat purs o’th hearthstone;
Th’ clock ticks i’th nook;
Th’ kettle sings o’th hob; an’
Th’ pon hangs o’th hook.t
Th’ woint roars i’th chimbley,
Brings down the soot;
Mam knits, an’ sings, an’
Rocks with her fuut.
Nan’s off a-churnin’;
Dick’s gone to th’ barn;
Lap little Billy up,
To keep him warm.
Round Billy’s curly yed,
Good fairies play;
Tentin’his little bed,
Till break o’ day.
One day brings sunshine;
Th’ next day brings rain;
No day brings Billy’s dad
Back here again.
Sleep, little darlin’, sleep;
God watch o’er thee!
Thou’rt o’ that’s left i’th world
To comfort me!
(Edwin Waugh)
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