CONTENTS of Second Series.
Th’ Better Part.
My Gronfayther’s Days.
To a Daisy.
A Bad Sooart.
All we Had.
Give it ’em Hot.
Th’ Honest Hard Worker.
What aw Want.
What it is to be Mother.
What is It.
Come thi Ways!
Advice to Jenny.
Ther’s mich Expected.
A Strange Stooary.
Did yo Iver.
An Old Man’s Christmas Morning.
Billy Bumble’s Bargain.
Th’ Traitle Sop.
New Machinery &c.
It’s a comfort.
None think Alike.
Th’ Better Part.
A poor owd man wi’ tott’ring gait,
Wi’ body bent, and snowy pate,
Aw met one day;—
An’ daan o’ th’ rooad side grassy banks
He sat to rest his weary shanks;
An’ aw, to wile away my time,
O’th’ neighbouring hillock did recline,
An’ bade “gooid day.”
Said aw, “Owd friend, pray tell me true,
If in your heart yo niver rue
The time ’ats past?
Does envy niver fill your breast
When passin fowk wi’ riches blest?
An’ do yo niver think it wrang
At yo should have to trudge alang,
Soa poor to th’ last?”
“Young man,” he said “aw envy nooan;
But ther are times aw pity some,
Wi’ all mi heart;
To see what troubled lives they spend,
What cares upon their hands depend;
Then aw in thoughtfulness declare
’At ‘little cattle little care’
Is th’ better part.
Gold is a burden hard to carry,
An’ tho’ Dame Fortune has been chary
O’ gifts to me;
Yet still aw strive to feel content,
An’ think what is, for th’ best is meant;
An’ th’ mooast ov all aw strive for here,
Is still to keep mi conscience clear,
From dark spots free.
An’ while some tax ther brains to find
What they’ll be forced to leave behind,
When th’ time shall come;
Aw try bi honest word an’ deed,
To get what little here aw need,
An’ live i’ hopes at last to say,
When breath go as flickerin away,
‘Awm gooin hooam.’”
Aw gave his hand a hearty shake,
It seem’d as tho’ the words he spake
Sank i’ mi heart:
Aw walk’d away a wiser man,
Detarmined aw wod try his plan
I’ hopes at last ’at aw might be
As weel assured ov Heaven as he;
That’s th’ better part.