No, no, why you've noo wife at hwome
Abiden up till you do come,
Zoo leaeve your hat upon the pin,
Vor I'm your waiter. Here's your inn,
Wi' chair to rest, an' bed to roost;
You have but little work to do
This vrosty time at hwome in mill,
Your vrozen wheel's a-stannen still,
The sleepen ice woont grind vor you.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o' Craglin mill.
As I come by, to-day, where stood
Wi' neaeked trees, the purple wood,
The scarlet hunter's ho'ses veet
Tore up the sheaeken ground, wind-fleet,
Wi' reachen heads, an' panken hides;
The while the flat-wing'd rooks in vlock.
Did zwim a-sheenen at their height;
But your good river, since last night,
Wer all a-vroze so still's a rock.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o' Craglin mill.
Zee how the hufflen win' do blow,
A-whirlen down the giddy snow:
Zee how the sky's a-weaeren dim,
Behind the elem's neaeked lim'.
That there do leaen above the leaene:
Zoo teaeke your pleaece bezide the dogs,
An' sip a drop o' hwome-brew'd eaele,
An' zing your zong or tell your teaele,
While I do bait the vier wi' logs.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o' Craglin mill.
Your meaere's in steaeble wi' her hocks
In straw above her vetterlocks,
A-reachen up her meaeney neck,
An' pullen down good hay vrom reck,
A-meaeken slight o' snow an' sleet;
She don't want you upon her back,
To vall upon the slippery stwones
On Hollyhuel, an' break your bwones,
Or miss, in snow, her hidden track.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o' Craglin mill.
Here, Jenny, come pull out your key
An' hansel, wi' zome tidy tea,
The zilver pot that we do owe
To your prize butter at the show,
An' put zome bread upon the bwoard.
Ah! he do smile; now that 'ull do,
He'll stay. Here, Polly, bring a light,
We'll have a happy hour to-night,
I'm thankvul we be in the lew.
No, no, he woont goo hwome to-night,
Not Robin White, o' Craglin mill.