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 last; But age an' care creep on us fast; Then act az tha can luke at t'past An' feel no shaam; Then if tha'rt poor az sum ahtcast, Tha'rt noan ta blame.

Doant sport abaht an' wagers bet, But mind an' shun that foolish set At cannut mak ther awn ta fet, Though shaam to say it. An' mind tha keeps fra bein' i' debt, An' tha'll be reight.

Nah stick fast hod o' iron will; Push boldly on an' feear no ill; Keep Him i' veiw, whoa's mercies fill The wurld sa wide. No daht but His omnishent skill Al be thi guide.

So Ned, mi lad, tak this advice, Prove worthy o' yond lass's choice, I' years ta cum tha may rejoice Tha tuke her hand; An' listened ta thi father's voice, An' his command.