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OWD ROÄ
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But I couldn’t see fur the smoäke wheere thou was a-liggin, my lad,
An’ Roäver was theere i’ the chaumber a-yowlin’ an’ yaupin’ like mad;
An’ Roäver was theere i’ the chaumber a-yowlin’ an’ yaupin’ like mad;
An’ thou was a-beälin’ likewise, an’ a-squeälin’, as if tha was bit,
An’ it wasn’t a bite but a burn, fur the merk’s24 o’ thy shou’der yit;
An’ it wasn’t a bite but a burn, fur the merk’s24 o’ thy shou’der yit;
Then I call’d out Roä, Roä, Roä, thaw I didn’t haäfe think as ’e’d ’ear,
But ’e coom’d thruf the fire wi my bairn i’ ’is mouth to the winder theere!
But ’e coom’d thruf the fire wi my bairn i’ ’is mouth to the winder theere!
He coom’d like a Hangel o’ marcy as soon as ’e ’eard ’is naäme,
Or like tother Hangel i’ Scriptur ’at summun seed i’ the flaäme,
Or like tother Hangel i’ Scriptur ’at summun seed i’ the flaäme,
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