T’twanti-thooard Sarm

T’Looard’s ma shepped, so Ah wain’t want fer owt.

‘Ee teks mi weer’t grass is reit green
An’ weer the’s plenty o’ watter;
Weer its nooan busslin’ and a’m nooan mithered.
‘Ee gi’s mis soul wat it needs an’ settles mi mahnd
Sooas ah ken do what’s reit and give Im’t glooary.
Tha nooas, even when yon Deeath cums in’t black o’neet
ter get me, I’ll noon be werritt,
Coz ah nooa as God’ll be right bi mi sahd.
Ah’ve getten ‘Is crooik and staff to rest on.
‘Ee feids me reit in’t oppen so’s them as murmer abaht me can see ‘ar gooid
‘Ee is ter mi
‘Ee sprinkles oil on mi yeead and make me feel special, lahke.
An ‘E gies mi moowar than ah can fooarce dahn!
‘Is gooidness and massy’ll foller me whereear I go,
An’ ah’m soor as how fer as long as Ah live
A’s’ll be wahm ‘n’ snug under ‘Is rooif.
23rd Psalm in the West Riding Dialect
Translated by Ronnie Bray