Aw’ve a rare lump o’ beef on a dis… We’ve some bacon 'at’s hung up o’… We’ve as mich gooid spice-cake as… An wi’ currens its varry near blac… We’ve a barrel o’ gooid hooam brew…

They tell me this world’s full o’… An’ each one comes in for a share; An’ pleasure they say is a bubble, ‘At gooas floating away up in th’… But aw’ll niver give way to repini…

Sleep bonny babby, thi grondad is… Noa harm can touch thee, sleep wit… Innocent craytur, soa helpless an… Grondad wod give up his life for t… Sleep little beauty,

Es ta seen ahr Mary’s bonnet It’s a stunner an’ nooa mistak! Yeller ribbons, yeller rooases An’ a gurt big feather dahn t’back Ah Mary went ter chu’ch last Sund…

Ditherum dump lived i’th’ haase be… An he grummel’d throo mornin to ne… On his rig he’d a varry respectabl… An his nooas end wor ruddy an bree… His een wor askew an his legs knoc…

Bet wor a stirrin, strappin lass, Shoo lived near Woodus Moor;— An varry keen shoo wor for brass, Tho little wor her stoor. Shoo’d wed for love—and as luck le…

Give it 'em hot, an be hanged to t… Souls may be lost wol yor choosin’… Out wi’ them doctrines 'at taich o… Daan wi’ a vice tho’ it may be a l… What does it matter if truth be un…

Wod yo leead a happy life? Aw can show yo ha,— Get a true an lovin wife,— (Yo may have one nah.) If yo have, remember this,

Th’ mooin shone breet wi’ silver l… An th’ wind wor softly sighin; Th’ burds did sleep, an th’ snails… An th’ buzzards wor a flying; Th’ daisies donned ther neet caps…

Bide thi time! it’s sure to come, Tho’ it may seem tardy,— Thine’s a better fate nor some: If tha’s but a humble home, Yet thart strong an hardy;

A’a! its grand to have th’ place t… To get th’ wimmen fowk all aght o’… Mine’s all off for a trip up to th… An aw’ve th’ haase to misen for a… If aw’d mi life to spend ovver age…

Little childer,—little childer; Harken to an old man’s ditty; Tho yo live ith’ country village,— Tho yo live ith’ busy city. Aw’ve a little tale to tell yo,—

Little patt’rin, clatt’rin feet, Runnin raand throo morn to neet; Banishin mi mornin’s nap,— Little bonny, noisy chap,— But aw can’t find fault yo see,—

When yo see a chap covered wi’ rag… An hardly a shoe to his fooit, Gooin sleawshin along ovver th’ fl… Wi’ a pipe in his maath black as s… An he tells yo he’s aght ov a job,

Aw’d rayther face a redwut brick, Sent flyin at mi heead; Aw’d rayther track a madman’s step… Whearivver they may leead; Aw’d rayther ventur in a den,