This ovvertime is killin;
'Twor allus soa sin th'world begun
They put o' them at's willin.
Tha's ne'er a neet ter call thi own -
Tha starts furst thing o' Mundy,
An works thi fingers fair ter t'booan
Booath day an need wol Sundy.
Aw know tha addles extra pay -
We couldn't weel do baghy it,
But if tha'rt browt hooam sick some day,
We'st ha to do withaat it.
Aw seldom get to see thi face,
Exceptin when tha'rt aitin;
Neet after neet aw caar ith'place
Wol Ah'm fair sick o' waitin.
An when that comes, tha'rt off to bed,
Befoor aw've chance o' spaikin,
An th'childer luk, Aw've ofttimes sed,
Like Orphans when they're laikin.
Come hooam at six o'clock to-morn,
An let wark go ter hummer!
Thi face is growin white an worn:-
Tha'll nivver last all summer.
...Besides, ther's lots o' little jobs
At tha can tak a hand in...
That kist o'drawers has lost two nobs
An th'table leg wants mendin.
Ther's th' fixin up oth' winderblind,
An th' chaymer want whiteweshin,
Th' wall's fill wi marks o'ivvery kind -
(Yond lads desarve a threshin)
Aw can't shake th' carpet bi misen,
Nor lig it square an straightly:-
Th' childer mud help me nah an then,
But they ne're do nowt reightly.
That bed o' awrs wants shekin up,
All th' flocks has stuck together -
Tha knows they all want braikin up,
Or they'll get tough as leather.
An th' coilhoil wants a coit o'lime,
Then it'll smell much sweeter,
An th' celler should be done this time,
It makes it soa much leeter.
Ther's lots o' little things beside:-
All th childer's clogs want spetchin,
Jack's hurt his toa, tha'll mek em wide,
Wi varry little stretchin.
Besides, tha raillee wants a rest,
For a neet or maybe two,
An tha can fix theas trifles best,
Some neet when tha's nowt to do!
Awn not like some at cannot feel for other,
Ah assure thi:
Tha's tewd until tha'rt owt but weel,
An nowt but rest can cure thi.
Soa come hoam soon an spend a neet,
Wi me an Jack an Freddy,
They'll think it's ivver such a treat
An Aw'll have th' whitewesh ready.
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