Tha bonny little pooasy! aw'm inclined
To tak thee wi' me:
But yet aw think if tha could spaik thi mind,
Tha'd ne'er forgie me;
For I' mi jacket button-hoil tha'd quickly dee,
An' life is short enough, boath for mi-sen an' thee.
Here, if aw leeave thee bi th' rooadside to flourish,
Whear scoors may pass thee,
Some heart 'at has few other joys to cherish
May stop an' bless thee:
Then bloom, mi little pooasy! Tha'rt a beauty,
Sent here to bless: Smile on--tha does thi duty.
Aw wodn't rob another of a joy
Sich as tha's gien me;
For aw felt varry sad, mi little doy
Until aw'd seen thee.
An' may each passin', careworn, lowly brother,
Feel cheered like me, an' leave thee for another.
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What dialect there is in these lines. Certainly not one I would want to read out loud any time, but think it would be nice to hear read out loud by someone who can give the right flavor to these words. Enjoyed the read.
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you can say that again
wholesome; sweet....truly the sentiment of many an ole poem. I loved it. -
a good piece, once you get your head around the dialect
aye, better to leave it in life than to adorn the jacket.
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