Grammer's Shoes

I do seem to zee Grammer as she did useVor to show us, at Chris'mas, her wedden shoes,An' her flat spreaden bonnet so big an' roun'As a girt pewter dish a-turn'd upside down;When we all did draw nearIn a cluster to hearO' the merry wold soul how she did useTo walk an' to dance wi' her high-heel shoes.

She'd a gown wi' girt flowers lik' hollyhocks,An' zome stockens o' gramfer's a-knit wi' clocks,An' a token she kept under lock an' key,--A small lock ov his heaeir off avore 't wer grey.An' her eyes wer red,An' she shook her head,When we'd all a-look'd at it, an' she did useTo lock it away wi' her wedden shoes.

She could tell us such teaeles about heavy snows,An' o' rains an' o' floods when the waters roseAll up into the housen, an' carr'd awoyAll the bridge wi' a man an' his little bwoy;An' o' vog an' vrost,An' o' vo'k a-lost,An' o' peaerties at Chris'mas, when she did useVor to walk hwome wi' gramfer in high-heel shoes.

Ev'ry Chris'mas she lik'd vor the bells to ring,An' to have in the zingers to heaer em zingThe wold carols she heaerd many years a-gone,While she warm'd em zome cider avore the bron';An' she'd look an' smileAt our dancen, whileShe did tell how her friends now a-gone did useTo reely wi' her in their high-heel shoes.

Ah! an' how she did like vor to deck wi' redHolly-berries the window an' wold clock's head,An' the clavy wi' boughs o' some bright green leaves,An' to meaeke twoast an' eaele upon Chris'mas eves;But she's now, drough greaece,In a better pleaece,Though we'll never vorget her, poor soul, nor loseGramfer's token ov heaeir, nor her wedden shoes.