NEET wur murky an’ wild an’ starless,
West wind beldered an’ yelled,
When owd Joe Hutchinson watched wi’ his lantern
Outside t’ Cathole at Keld.
He held leet up an’ he scanned our faces.
“Hasta coom far?” he said.
“Ay, track wurn’t easy to see ower Shunner,
We thowt ‘at we’d strayed.”
“Coom your ways in.” He turned an’ led us
Into a warm, breet room,
Cheersome wur lamp an’ rare wur flame-leet
After cold an’ gloom. . . .
Aa! when we finish our last long tramp
Happen in pourin’ rain,
If we gits a welcome as good as Joe gied us
We weant complain,
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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