Revised Edition of Poems

If tha wur meean.

Don't kal abaht like monny a wun,
Then hev to broil, an' sweeat, an' run;
Bud alus hev thi dinner done

Withaht a mooild;
If it's nobbut meil, lass, set it on,

An' hev it boiled.

Now Mary, I've no more ta say--
Tha gets thi choice an' tak thi way;
An' if tha leets to rue, I pray,

Don't blame thi mother:
I wish yeh monny a happy day

Wi wun another.

T'owd Blacksmith's Advice ta hiz Son Ned.

So, Ned, awm geen ta understand,
Tha'rt bahn ta join i' wedlock band,
Ta travil thru life's weeary strand,

Yond lass an' thee;
But if yer joinin' heart an' hand,

It pleases me.

Nah tha'll hev trubbles, Ned, ta bear,
While pushin' thru this world o' care,
An' wat tha'll hev it face ta stare,

It's hard ta tell;
Life's ups and dahns tha'll get ta share,

So pleas thisel'.

Tha'rt weel an' strong, long may it la