I Niver can call Her my Wife

I'm a weyver, ye knaw, an' awf deead,
  So I do all at iver I can
To put away aat o' my heead
  The thowts an' the aims of a man.
Eight shillin' i' t'wick's what I arn,
  When I've varry gooid wark an' full time,
An' I think it's a sorry consarn
  For a fella at's just in his prime.

Bud aar maister says things is as weel
  As they have been or iver can be,
An' I happen sud think so misel
  If he'd nobbud swop places wi' me.
Bud he's welcome ta all he can get,
  I begrudge him o' noan of his brass,
An' I'm nowt bud a madlin to fret,
  Or to think o' yon beautiful lass.

I niver can call her my wife,
  My love I sal niver mak knawn,
Yit the sarra that darkens her life
  Thraws its shadda across o' my awn.
When I knaw at her heart is at eease,
  Theer is sunshine an' singin' i' mine;
An' misfortunes may come as they pleease,
  Yit they seldom can mak me repine.

Bud that Chartist wor nowt bud a slope—
  I were fooild by his speeches an' rhymes,
For his promises wattered my hope,
  An' I leng'd for his sunshiny times;
Bud I feel at my dearest desire
  Within me 'll wither away;
Like an ivy-stem trailin' i' t' mire,
  It's deein for t' want of a stay.

When I laid i' my bed day an' neet,
  An' were geen up by t' doctors for deead,
God bless her! shoo'd coom wi' a leet
  An' a basin o' grewil an' breead.
An' I once thowt I'd aat wi' it all,
  Bud so kindly shoo chatted an' smiled,
I were fain to turn ovver to t' wall,
  An' to bluther an' roar like a child.

An' I said, as I thowt of her een,
  Each breeter for t' tear at were in 't,
It's a sin to be niver forgeen,
    To yoke her to famine an' stint;
So I'll e'en travel forrad throo life,
  Like a man throo a desert unknawn;
I mun ne'er have a home nor a wife,
  Bud my sorras 'll all be my awn.

So I trudge on alone as I owt,
  An' whativer my troubles may be,
They'll be sweetened, poor lass, wi' the thowt
  At I've niver browt trouble to thee.
Yit a bird has its young uns to guard,
  A wild beast a mate in his den,
An' I cannot bud think at it's hard­
  Nay, deng it, I'm roarin' agen!