* Litany Dalesmans
hard, if of the people not not work to find to be able,
in which they to raise and put at the world,
when I young, to always think I,
bide I' ld under fruit and corn,
but I to force, for in the city working,
so here my litany,
trunk and Halifax, and hell, good Lord, delivering me.

When I sought of Mary Jane,
he did not say a day, with of Squire with of Th' old
"me has sector for wedded people,
chooses, if wed, or the stay"
me that not to let leave could that I liked,
therefore at the city owed us,
of the trunk and Halifax to flee,
and delivers the hell, good Lord, me.

I worked in Leeds and Huddersfield,
and damaged brass honest,
in Bradford, Keighley, Rotherham,
I have my children and to want to say left held,
are me all the three round-offs Ing RID
and at once that I went to the sea,
to forge, with the mills and veils of the ships,
the good Lord, delivers to me travelled.

I went the night by of Sheffieldwege,
was ' T like its in the hell precisely,
where furnaces of the languages of fire pushed,
and howled as the crane,
I fell dug coal in Barnsleygrube,
with dirtiness to my knee,
of Sheffield, Barnsley, Rotherham,
the good Lord, delivers me.

I have an expansion of fog on of Leedsbruecke,
to have seen as thick, as a soup of the Bastille,
me to have lived, where people,
as of rabbits in a basket to swim
considering to the bottom thus me have snow Bradfordkessel,
black slowed down were far, as the ebony wood,
of Hunslet, Holbeck, Durchhang Wibsey,
good Lord, me to deliver.

And now our children all rose,
to the country are turned over us,
there is to slow down forty miles heathery festmachn,
' Twixt us and the coal wells
and there me by fire sat the night,
I laugh and cry glee,
of the trunk and Halifax, and with hell,
the good Lord, to deliver me.