|1||Heam, Sweet Heam|
|Heam, Sweet Heam|
| When oft at neet I wanders heame |
To cosy cot an' busy deame,
My hardest day's wark seems but leet,
When I can get back heame at neet,
My wife an' bairns to sit besaade,
Aroond my awn bit firesaade.
What comfort there's i' steep for me,
A laatle prattler on my knee!
What tales I have to listen . . .
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