They’re leadin’ brekkons doon fra’ moors
For cattle-beddin’
On t’track ‘at goes by t’ larch plantation
To our Tom steadin’.
Everywhere t’ sun shines sae breetly,
Yaller is trees;
Varra drowsy ‘mang dead ling-bobs,
Is bumble-bees.
An’ Peace is walkin’ hand in hand
Wi’ t’ suther wind-
A Peace sae rare, nobbut on moors
Thoo’ll hope to finnd;
An’ way up-dale girt hills noo fold
Theer wings sae blue
Like guardian angels do, when work is done
An’ neet is new.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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