Bonny Burd! Aw'M Fain To See Thee, For Tha Tells Ov Breeter Weather; But Aw Connot Quite Forgi Thee, Connot Love Thee Altogether. 'Tisn't Thee Aw Fondly Welcome - 'Tis The Cheerin News Tha Brings, Tellin Us Fine Weather Will Come, When We See Thi Dappled Wings. But Aw'D Rayther Have A Sparrow, Rayther Hear A Robin Twitter; Tho' They May Net Be Thi Marrow, May Net Fly Wi' Sich A Glitter; But They Niver Leeav Us, Niver - Storms May Come, But Still They Stay; But Th' First Wind 'At Ma'S Thee Shiver, Up Tha Mounts An' Flies Away. Ther'S Too Mony Like Thee, Swallow, 'At When Fortun'S Sun Shines Breet, Like A Silly Buzzard Follow, Doncin Raand A Bit O' Leet. But Ther'S Few Like Robin Redbreast, Cling Throo Days O' Gloom An' Care; Soa Aw Love Mi Old Tried Friends Best - Fickle Hearts Aw'll Freely Spare.