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When
one’s friends are cast deawn wi’ bereavements an’ cares |
When one's
friends are cast down with bereavement and cares |
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An’
their hearts are nigh brocken wi’ grief, |
And their
hearts are broken with grief |
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It’s
a difficult matter to know what to do, |
Its a
difficult matter to know what to do |
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To
console ‘em, or give ‘em relief; |
To console
them or give them relief |
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An’
this is th’ position aw’m in just neaw; |
And in this
position I am just now |
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For
aw’ve friends ‘at are mournin’ their loss; |
For I've
friends that are morning their loss |
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An’
aw’m anxious to help ‘em as mich as aw con, |
And I'm
anxious to help them as much as I can |
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While
they’re bearin’ their heavy cross. |
While their
bearing their heavy cross |
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But
when troubles o’er tak’ us heaw helpless we feel, |
But when
troubles overtake us how helpless we feel |
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An’
con do nowt but murmer an’ groan, |
And can do
nothing but murmur and groan |
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If we
try to help others, we stagger becose |
If we try to
help others we stagger because |
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We’re
o’erburdened. wi’ cares o’ eawr own. |
We're
over-burdened with cares of our own |
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Well,
it’s strange ‘at a songster soa charmin’ an' sweet |
Well its
strange that a songster so charming and sweet |
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Should be ta’en away from us so soon. |
Should be
taken away from us so soon |
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But,
it may be, it’s ole for th’ best, |
But it may
be that's it for the best |
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an’ let’s
hope “At he’s singin’ i’ th’ mansions aboon, |
And lets
hope that he's singing in the mansions above |
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Yo’n
been favoured at Failsworth wi’ two men at least |
You'd of
been favoured in Failsworth with two men at least |
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‘At have
made life moor joyous an’ breet: (bright) |
That have
made life more joyous and bright |
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Aw
refer to th’ esteemed an’ reneawned. “Ab o’th’ Yate,” |
I refer to
the esteemed and renowned Ab o'th Yate |
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An’
th’ dear friend ‘at’s just gone eawt O’ th’ seet. |
And the dear
friend that's just gone out of sight |
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An’
tho’ yo sit wrigin’ yo’r honds i’ despair, |
And though
you sit whinging your hands in dispair |
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Yo’n
surely some cause to rejoice |
You'd surely
some cause to rejoice |
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At what
Brierley’s so cleverly done wi’ his pen, |
At what
Brierley's done with his pen |
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An’ James
Whittaker’s done wi’ his voice. |
And what
James Whittaker's done with his voice |
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No deawt
yo’ll feel preawd o’ yo’r notable “Pow,” |
No doubt you
feel proud of your notable Pole |
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An’ yo’r
handicraft’s oft been praised.; |
And your
handicrafts often been praised |
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But
there's one thing yo’ owt to feel preawder on still |
But there's
one thing you ought to feel prouder of still |
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An’ that
is — th’ grand men ‘at yo’n raised!, |
And that's
the grand men that you've raised! |
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It’s
likely enuff ‘at yo’ll murmer an’ fret, |
Its likely
enough that you'll murmur and fret |
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For one on
‘ems s knocked eawt o’ tune, |
For one who
has knocked out a tune |
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An’ th’
other one’s toddlin slowly abeawt, |
And the
other toddling slowly above |
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An' must finish his journey
soon |
And must
finish his journey soon |
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Yo’ll
excuse me, aw hope, for intrudin’ neaw, |
You'll
excuse me now I hope, for intruding now |
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For aw
couldn’t help pennin’ a line |
For I
couldn't help penning a line |
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To tell yo
if sympathy meets yo’r case, |
To tell you
if sympathy meets your case |
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Yo’r
heartily welcome to mine. |
Your
heartily welcome to mine |
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An’ it’s
ole aw con give, an’ ole ‘at yo need; |
For its all
that I can give, and all that you need |
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For riches
can never console |
For riches
never console |
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Wheer
Death’s been an’ hurried some loved one away, |
Where death
has been and hurried some loved one away |
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Nor mack a
poor brocken heart whole. |
Nor make a
broken heart whole |
