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Pendle Nestlin’ Song

Cock-a-loo, a-laddie, O
Just thee howd thi hush an’ O;
Fer t’ neet hes lapped id shawl areawnd
Owd Pendle’s grey-blue hill.
Soa, sniggle to thi mammy, O,
Mi cock-a-loo, a-laddie, O;
An’ rest thee quate like t’ craathurs do,
When t’ dark bids ’em be still!

Cock-a-loo, a-laddie, O,
Just thee shut thi een, an’ O;
Fer up an’ deawn the siller steeors
Owd Nod ull ride a’ neet:
He weeors, he weeors green buckles, O,
Mi cock-a-loo, a-laddie, O;
An’ t’ moon ull paint a’ t’ winda panes,
Till mornin’ brings cock-leet!

Cock-a-loo, a-laddie, O,
Just thee goa to sleep, an’ O;
Fer sleepin’ time is growin’ time
Fer t’ chuckies, an’ fer thee!
Soa dunna laik abeawt so much;
A-showin’ a’ thi chaarms, an’ such –
Mi cock-a-loo, a-laddie, ay,
Mi cock-a-loo, a-lee!

Alice Miller