Eh! Thoo’s a seet wi’ thi bandaged head
An’ collar-bone broke! Why do lads play
Sike gaumless games? Coom thi ways to bed,
An’ theer thoo’ll bide fur mony a day.
The wuddent care if thoo’d nobbut won?
Ah mun fetch thi medicine. Noo where is t’latch?
Settle doon for a bit an’ try to sleep, John.
“How can I, mother? We lost the match!”
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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