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Feyther 'ud saäy I wur ugly es sin, an' I beänt not vaäin,

But I niver wur downright hugly, thaw soom 'ud 'a thowt ma plaäin,

An' I wasn't sa plaäin i' pink ribbons, ye said I wur pretty i' pinks,

An' I liked to 'ear it I did, but I brunt sich a fool as ye thinks;

Ye was stroäkin ma down wi' the 'air, as I be a-stroäkin o' you,

But whiniver I looöked i' the glass I wur sewer that it couldn't be true;

Niver wur pretty, not I, but ye knaw'd it wur pleasant to 'ear,

Thaw it warn't not me es wur pretty, but my two 'oonderd a-year.