Tha z I'm maz'd,—my Husband's dead,
My chile, (hush! hush! Lord love er face!)
Tha pit-hawl had at Milemas, when
Th put me in theÄze pooÄt-hawl place.

Th z I'm maz'd.—I veel—I thenk—-
I tÂk—I ate, an oten drenk.—
Tha thenk, a-mÂ-be, zumtimes, peel—
An gee me stra vor bed an peel!

Th z I'm maz'd.—Hush! Babby, dear!
Th shan't come to er!—niver fear!
Th z thy Father's dead!—Naw, naw!
A'll niver die while I'm belaw.

Th z I'm maz'd.—Why dwont you speak?
Fie James!—or else my hort ool break!—
James is not dead! nor Babby!—naw!
ThÂ'll niver die while I'm belaw!