It Izant so we Me

Bright seems the days when I was young Fra thought, fra care, fra sorrow free; As wild waves rippled i’ the sun, Rolled gaily on, and so wi’ me.

More bright the flowers when I was young, More sweet the birds sang on the tree; While pleasure and contentment flung Her smiles on them, and so wi’ me.

The naked truth, I told when young, Though tempted wi hypocracy; Though some embraced from it I sprang, And said it izant so wi’ me.

Aw saw the canting jibs when young, Of saintly, sulky misery; Yet poked aw melancholy’s ribs, And said it izant so wi’ me.

Though monny a stone when aw was young, His strong upon me memory; Aw thru when young and hed um flung, If they forgive ’tis so wi’ me.

Could money buy o’ Nature’s mart, Again our brightest days to see; Ther’s monny a wun wod pawn ther shirt, Or else they’d buy—and so wi me.

Yet after all aw oft luke back, Without a pang o’ days gone past, An hope all t’ wreng aw did when young, May be forgeen to me at last.