Meggie Bell
Tune- Ould Ireland I adore.

Aw's varry sad, aw's sure aw is,--
The doctor shakes his heed,
An' Meggie's muther moans an' cries,
As tho me luv wes deed;
An' ivry frind luks dull and flaid,
A sorry seet te see:
Oh, Meggie Bell aw cannet tell
Hoo sad aw feel for ye!

Ye've been me lass for mony a day,
Me pet, me luv, me pride,
Fareweel tiv ivry joy i' life
Withoot yor be me side;
Ye've fill'd hyor neybors' breests wi' pain
They whisper that ye'll dee;
Oh, Meggie Bell, aw cannet tell
Hoo sad aw feel for ye!

When aw heerd that ye'd tyekin bad,
A hurried doon te see,
Yor cumley form wes sairly worn,
Yor cheek frae roses free,
The lash droop'd on each bonny eye,
The hide thor leet free  me;
Oh, Meggie Bell, aw cannet tell
Hoo sad aw feel for ye!

Me heart  seems tho twes i' me mooth,
Aw feel nowt like me-sel,
Wi' hope aw cannet fin'd relief,
Thor's nyen for Maggie Bell;
An' when she leaves this weary world
Aw hope that aw'll gan tee:
Oh, Meggie Bell, aw cannet tell
Hoo sad aw feel for ye!

-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries