Aw've Lost me Bonny Lad

Aw've lost me bonny lad,
Wor littil Billy's deed,
Thor's nebody can tell me pain,
Aw's nearly oot me heed;
Te think ne mair aw'll hear the voice
So joyus, sweet, an' free,--
Aw've lost me bonny lad,
An' the day's lang te me!

Aw've lost me bonny lad,
Aw's greetin aw the day,
An' sair aw cried this morning when
Aw put his toys away,
Aw rapt them up amang his claes,
But still his form aw see,--
Aw've lost me bonny lad,
An' the day's lang te me!

Aw've lost me bonny lad,
It's mebbies for the best,
The neybors say, te cheer us wi'
The thowt, -he's noo at rest;
But, oh! hoo can a muther think
It's best her bairn shud dee?--
Aw've lost me bonny lad,
An' the day's lang te me!

-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries