One Year OlderOne yeer owder, one yeer dearer:That’s what I sal awlus say.Draw thy chair a little nearer,Put yon stockin’s reight away.Thou hast done enough i’ thy time,Tewed i’ t’ house an’ wrowt at loom;Just for once thou mun sit idle,Feet on t’ hear’stone, fingers toom.[1]One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:So I promised when we wed.Then thy een were glest’rin’ clearerNor the stars aboon us spread.If they’re dimmer now, they’re tend’rer,An’ yon wrinkles on thy faceTell a lesson true as t’ Bible,Speik o’ charity an’ grace.One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:We’ve supped sorrow, tasted joy,But our love has grown sincerer,Gethered strength nowt can destroy.Love is like an oak i’ t’ forest,Ivery yeer it adds a ring;Love is like yon ivin tendrils,Ivery day they closer cling.One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:Time’s the shuttle, life’s the yarn.Have thy crosses seemed severer’Cause thou niver had a barn?Mebbe I sud not have loved theeHauf so weel, if I mud shareAll our secret thowts wi’ childer,Twinin’ round my owd arm-chair.One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:’Tis our gowden weddin’ day.There sal coom no gaumless fleererTo break in upon our play.Look, I’ve stecked[2]wer door and windowLet me lap thee i’ my arms;Hushed to-neet be ivery murmur,While my kiss thy pale face warms.[1]Empty.[2]Latched.
One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:That’s what I sal awlus say.Draw thy chair a little nearer,Put yon stockin’s reight away.Thou hast done enough i’ thy time,Tewed i’ t’ house an’ wrowt at loom;Just for once thou mun sit idle,Feet on t’ hear’stone, fingers toom.[1]One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:So I promised when we wed.Then thy een were glest’rin’ clearerNor the stars aboon us spread.If they’re dimmer now, they’re tend’rer,An’ yon wrinkles on thy faceTell a lesson true as t’ Bible,Speik o’ charity an’ grace.One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:We’ve supped sorrow, tasted joy,But our love has grown sincerer,Gethered strength nowt can destroy.Love is like an oak i’ t’ forest,Ivery yeer it adds a ring;Love is like yon ivin tendrils,Ivery day they closer cling.One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:Time’s the shuttle, life’s the yarn.Have thy crosses seemed severer’Cause thou niver had a barn?Mebbe I sud not have loved theeHauf so weel, if I mud shareAll our secret thowts wi’ childer,Twinin’ round my owd arm-chair.One yeer owder, one yeer dearer:’Tis our gowden weddin’ day.There sal coom no gaumless fleererTo break in upon our play.Look, I’ve stecked[2]wer door and windowLet me lap thee i’ my arms;Hushed to-neet be ivery murmur,While my kiss thy pale face warms.
[1]Empty.
[2]Latched.