Tewed

These lockes that hang unkempt, these hollowe dazled eyes, These chattering teeth, this trebling tongue, well tewed with carefull cries.

He would take no medicine, have no doctor, change no habits—"what did they want to mak on him? he wad du weel eneugh! nowt ailed him to speak on— he was nobbut a lile bit tewed wi ' t' summer's wark, an' off his feed, like auld Horney in t'byre younder;"

Sair tewed wi’ wark, I laid me down, And sloomed aneth the Roden Tree; I had a dream I’ll ne’er forget Till Mercy’s right hand reaches me.