Darby speaks
ALISON, don thi bonnet,
Put on thi Sunday shawl
An’ we will go to Hirings
to buy thee fairings an’ all.
Alison, who should take thee
Noo for t’mother of eight?
All on ’em married and far away,
Wi childer, ganging theer gate.
I’ll harness t’owd horse an’ have him
In ten minutes outside t’door.
Aa Alison as each Hiring cooms
I luve thee more an’ more.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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- Song for a Gathering of Yorkshiremen (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
- Granny Mat To Her Granddaughter Matilda (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
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- A Dialogue (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
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