Me Little Wife At Hyem
Teun- Newcassel is me Native place

Be the fire sittin knittin, sitin knittin wi' gud will,
As the clock keeps on its tickin, thor's the click o' needles still;
An the hands that work the needles myek us fix me eyes at them,
For the pictor ov industry is me little wife at hyem

Tho she's little, --she's a model o' what wimmin owt te be,
An' aw bliss her when aw cuddle the bit form that clings te me;
For the strengh o' wor affeckshun, aw cud nivvor find a nyem,
She's as kind as she's gud-luckin, is me little wife at hyem.

tho we heh wor share o' trubbil, the bit cumfort that we knaw,
Is we cannot hed myed dubbil, when one's willin te beer'd a'
For when aw try to console her, whey, for me she'll de the syem,
An' aw' m thenkful for the trissure I' me little wife at hyem.

Wor greet luv for one anuther myeks us happy when wor sad,
Aw call me wife me canny lass! and she calls me her lad!
Just as if we still war kortin aye'n man, its like the syem,
The hunnmeun 'ill heh ne end wi' me little wife at hyem!

-Joe Wilson