Thee clocks am gewin’ backerds agen

Aye ain’t sid thee sun foewer wik It’s blinkin’ gon’ hide un’ seek Aye cor say this summer ain’t bin a bummer Un’ th’ sky ay ’ad much of a leak But wen th’ ’eavens do drop open Un’ thee bonks am runnin black and wet Thee grass verges will look brighter afta a soakin’ Un’ with wetter weel all be met Long dark nights approachin’ Overcast; danker-darker than afower

Suddenly aye realize thee ’eats gewin’ Un’ wim anower year older than befower Aye doen’t think much of th’ winter For he cor think much of me Aye let winter ’ave ’iz time Un’ thee cowuld leaves me be Th’ ode lad – thee devil or Jack Frost Who ever meks it ren un’ froze Aye got me gamp so mek it damp At lease aye con use me hose