Selm 23
The Master's me looker:
so's I wants naun:
He makes I fur to lay down in de green field:
He goos lang wid me by de dewpans.
He keeps me peert.
He goos lang wid me on de hill for his goodness.
Ebm if I walks through de shadder in de bottom,
lookee, I arnt afeard: for thou'rt wid me;
thy crook and thy bat comforts me.
Thou gives me gryst afore them as goos agin me:
thou bastes me head with iol and fobs me pot.
Worth and marcy'll foller I all me time, surelye,
en I shall bide in Master's plaace evermore.
W G Daish