Our Lass were a bonnie lass,
Wi’ a big, beaming smile.
She could coax t, sun
Out from behind t, clouds
At t’ drop of a clog.
Nobbut seventeen year owd
When I first seen her,
Trundling t’setts t’ t’ mill
On a cowd, wintry day,
Wakin’ to a weak sun.
She’d a smile t’ tempt angels,
And I thowt “Aye, she’ll do”
So I followed her
T’ see which shed she were in,
Champion, next t’ mine.
I found t’ courage t’ask
If she’d step out wi’ me
An bless me, she did!
We courted fer two year
‘till I asked her t’ marry me.
I were floating o’er t’ clouds
When she said she would.
Th’ onny snag were t’ cost,
A couple o’ weavers gerrin’ wed
Might cost a bob or two.
It were a reet gradely do,
An’ it set t’ tone
Fer t’ next lump o’ years
Bad times, good times
But always me an’ Our Lass.
Wi’ childer an’ granchilder
We ‘ad some times
When belts had t’ be tightened,
An’ bombs, an’ rations an’ umpteen upheavals,
But through it all, it were still me an’ Our Lass.
She were a bonnie lass,
Seventeen when I first met her,
Eighty-seven when she said goodbye,
Just me an’ her,
Me an’ Our Lass.
An that’s why I’m so lucky –
Y’ see, I’m never lonely.
I’ve always got seventy years
O’ mem’ries t’ use up,
Seventy years of me, an' Our Lass
©Alan McKean, November 2014
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