Angels By The Door
Oh!
there
be
angels
evermwore,
A-passèn
onward
by
the
door,
A-zent
to
teäke
our
jaÿs,
or
come
To
bring
us
zome--O
Meärianne.
Though
doors
be
shut,
an'
bars
be
stout,
Noo
bolted
door
can
keep
em
out;
But
they
wull
leäve
us
ev'ry
thing
They
have
to
bring--My
Meärianne.
An'
zoo
the
days
a-stealèn
by,
Wi'
zuns
a-ridèn
drough
the
sky,
Do
bring
us
things
to
leäve
us
sad,
Or
meäke
us
glad--O
Meärianne.
The
day
that's
mild,
the
day
that's
stern,
Do
teäke,
in
stillness,
each
his
turn;
An'
evils
at
their
worst
mid
mend,
Or
even
end--My
Meärianne.
But
still,
if
we
can
only
bear
Wi'
faïth
an'
love,
our
païn
an'
ceäre,
We
shan't
vind
missèn
jaÿs
a-lost,
Though
we
be
crost--O
Meärianne.
But
all
a-took
to
heav'n,
an'
stow'd
Where
we
can't
weäste
em
on
the
road,
As
we
do
wander
to
an'
fro,
Down
here
below--My
Meärianne.
But
there
be
jaÿs
I'd
soonest
choose
To
keep,
vrom
them
that
I
must
lose;
Your
workzome
hands
to
help
my
tweil,
Your
cheerful
smile--O
Meärianne.
The
Zunday
bells
o'
yonder
tow'r,
The
moonlight
sheädes
o'
my
own
bow'r,
An'
rest
avore
our
vier-zide,
At
evenèn-tide--My
Meärianne.
