I Loike to watch har in the Parson's pew A Sundays me a setting in the choir: She look jest wholly be'utiful, she do That fairly sim to set my heart a-fire Her gowden hair, a glist'rin in th sun Them bright blew eyes- good lor, I see 'em now I carn abear it when the sarmon's done That fare to make me feel I dunner how Las' Saddy, I was long o' Tom and Bill Down on th' allotment, back o' Thompsons Farm When she come past us, walkin' tard the hill A basket of the paigles on her arm Nive evenin, John she say, as she goo by An' smiled - goodstruth, you mighter knock me down This is indeed, Miss, I was go'n to say But there, I couldn't, give me 'arf a crown. Says Bill, a-larfin, as she turned the lane She's waiting for yer, round the corner, bor I give ee' sich a look, he larft again, and made me fee that mads I could a swore. I carnt abide it when these bits o' chaps Talk of Miss Julia, saime as if they might If she was some bloke's gal, but lor prehaps I think too much o' har, a jolly sight That sim ridic'lous nons,nse this, I doubt A tellin on yer how she make me feel But who's to help it when she walk about More like an angel than a gal a deal? That made me wild to see the Lunnon chap What come down to the Hall las' Mon'ay week A-coaxin' o' the dawg there in her lap She settin' in the garden - dang his cheek But there, Miss Julia! Law a mussy me I didn't oughter think of har n' more That aint as if she knaow I cared for she And do I reckon she's give me what for.