EMMA JANE, Emma Jane, did iver you see
Likes o' her! Some folk is terrible proud
Of a piano an' all. I'll niver agree
Wi' sich pride. For who's Mrs. Uppleby Brown,
Tho' she cooms fra' a town,
Or her fond husband, Ben Uppleby Brown!
Emma Jane, Emma Jane, we all on us coom
Into this world in t' varra same way
Whativer we own. Nay! I wean't be dumb,
Not even to please Mrs. Uppleby Brown,
'At wur born in a town,
An' her owd husband, Ben Uppleby Brown!
Emma Jane, Emma Jane, for them, us an' ours,
Death's no respecter o' persons; we all
Have to leave this owd world—but some wi' more flowers-
In t' varra same way; who will miss Mrs. Brown,
That set-up Mrs. Brown,
More'n other folk? Ay! or Benjamin Brown?
Notes
This was taken from “Under T’Hawthorn” by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe published by Frederick Muller 1946 page 30
This was in a section called "Dale Folk".
The more uncommon dialect words can be found in a glossary at http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2344003
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