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An’ I looökt out wonst15 at the night, an’ the daäle was all of a thaw,
Fur I seed the beck coomin’ down like a long black snaäke i’ the snaw,
Fur I seed the beck coomin’ down like a long black snaäke i’ the snaw,
An’ I heärd greät heäps o’ the snaw slushin’ down fro’ the bank to the beck,
An’ then as I stood i’ the doorwaäy, I feeäld it drip o’ my neck.
An’ then as I stood i’ the doorwaäy, I feeäld it drip o’ my neck.
Saw I turn’d in ageän, an’ I thowt o’ the good owd times ’at was goan,
An’ the munney they maäde by the war, an’ the times ’at was coomin’ on;
An’ the munney they maäde by the war, an’ the times ’at was coomin’ on;
Fur I thowt if the Staäte was a gawin’ to let in furriners’ wheat,
Howiver was British farmers to stan’ ageän o’ their feeät.
Howiver was British farmers to stan’ ageän o’ their feeät.
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