An’ sons in tow’r do still ring on
The merry peals o’ fathers gone,
Noo mwore to sound,
Or hear ring round,
The bells ov Alderburnham.
Ov happy peäirs, how soon be zome
A-wedded an’ a-peärted!
Vor woone ov jaÿ, what peals mid come
To zome o’s broken-hearted!
The stronger mid the sooner die,
The gaÿer mid the sooner sigh;
An’ who do know
What grief’s below
The bells ov Alderburnham!
But still ’tis happiness to know
That there’s a God above us;
An’ he, by day an’ night, do ho
Vor all ov us, an’ love us,
An’ call us to His house, to heal
Our hearts, by his own Zunday peal
Ov bells a-rung
Vor wold an’ young.
The bells ov Alderburnham.
THE GIRT WOLD HOUSE O’ MOSSY STWONE.
The girt wold house o’ mossy stwone,
Up there upon the knap alwone,
Had woonce a bleäzèn kitchèn-vier,
That cook’d vor poor-vo’k an’ a squier.
The very last ov all the reäce
That liv’d the squier o’ the pleäce,
Died off when father wer a-born,
