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VIOLETS

Sister, tha knows while we was on the planks Aside o’ th’ grave, while th’ coffin wor lyin’ yetOn th’ yaller clay, an’ th’ white flowers top of it Tryin’ to keep off ’n him a bit o’ th’ wet,
An’ parson makin’ haste, an’ a’ the black Huddlin’ close together a cause o’ th’ rain,Did t’ ’appen ter notice a bit of a lass away back By a head-stun, sobbin’ an’ sobbin’ again?
  —How should I be lookin’ round   An’ me standin’ on the plank  Beside the open ground,   Where our Ted ’ud soon be sank?
  Yi, an’ ’im that young,   Snapped sudden out of all  His wickedness, among   Pals worse n’r ony name as you could call.
Let be that; there’s some o’ th’ bad as we Like better nor all your good, an’ ’e was one.—An’ cos I liked him best, yi, bett’r nor thee, I canna bide to think where he is gone.
Ah know tha liked ’im bett’r nor me. But let Me tell thee about this lass. When you had goneAh stopped behind on t’ pad i’ th’ drippin wet An’ watched what ’er ’ad on.
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