Yorkshire Dialect Poems (1673-1915) and traditional poems

My awd hat

     Thomas Blackah

     I'll wear thee yet awhile, awd hat,
        I'll wear thee yet awhile;
     Though time an' tempest, beath combined,
        Have changed thy shap an' style.
     For sin we two togither met,
        When thoo were nice an' new,
     What ups an' doons i' t' world we've had,
        Bud awlus braved 'em through.

     That glossy shade o' thine, awd hat,
        That glossy shade o' thine,
     At graced thy youthful days is gean,
        Which maks me noo repine.
     Fra monny a gleam an' monny a shoor
        Thoo's sheltered my awd heead;
     Bud sean a smarter, tider hat
        Will shelter 't i' thy steead.

     Though friends have proved untrue, awd hat,
        Though friends have proved untrue,
     An' vanished in adversity,
        Like mist or mornin' dew;
     Yet when fierce storms or trials com
        I fand a friend i' thee;
     Sea noo, when thoo's far on, awwd hat,
        Thoo 'st finnd a friend i' me.

     Some nail or crook 'll be thy heame
        O' t' joists, or back o' t' door;
     Or, mebbe, thoo'l be bunched(1) aboot
        Wi' t' barns across o' t' floor.
     When t' rain an' t' wind coom peltin' through
        Thy crumpled, battered croon,
     I'll cut thee up for soles to wear
        I' my awd slender shoon.

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