I MAY not call thee “Sweetheart,”
“My ain, my dearest Dear,”
Nor “Darlin’,” nor “Beloved,”
Lest ither folk might hear,
An’ even “Luve’s” forbidden,
Wiv all sweet words ‘at woo-
Then may I, when the folk are nigh,
Call thee “Thoo”?
Aa! theer’s a vast of meanin’
In that short simple word,
It’s sad as winds in rushes,
It’s blithe as t’ lilt of bird,
It holds a threat of kisses
To ony courtin’ two,-
Soa, may I, when the folk are nigh,
Call thee “Thoo”?
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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