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OWD ROÄ
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Eh, but ’e’d fight wi’ a will when ’e fowt; ’e could howd3 ’is oän,
An’ Roä as the dog as knaw’d when an’ wheere to bury his boane.

An’ ’e kep his head hoop like a king, an’ ’e’d niver not down wi’ ‘is taäil,
Fur ’e’d niver done nowt to be shaämed on, when we was i’ Howlaby Daäle.

An’ ’e sarved me sa well when ’e lived, that, Dick, when ’e cooms to be deäd,
I thinks as I’d like fur to hev soom soort of a sarvice reäd.

Fur ’e’s moor good sense na the Parliament man ’at stans fur us ’ere,
An’ I’d voät fur ‘im, my oän sen, if ’e could but stan fur the Shere.