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Yit I beänt sich a Nowt²³ of all Nowts as ’ull hallus do as ’e’s bid.’
‘But the stairs is afire,’ she said; then I seed ’er a-cryin’, I did.

An’ she beäld ‘Ya mun saäve little Dick, an’ be sharp about it an’ all,’
Sa I runs to the yard fur a lether, an’ sets ’im ageän the wall,

An’ I claums an’ I mashes the winder hin, when I gits to the top,
But the heat druv hout i’ my heyes till I feäld mysen ready to drop.

Thy Moother was howdin’ the lether, an’ tellin’ me not to be skeärd,
An’ I wasn’t afeärd, or I thinks leäst-waäys as I wasn’t afeärd;