Random Rhymes and Rambles

Come Nivver De e Thee Shell.


Come nivver dee e thy shell, oud lad, Are words but rudely said; Tho thay may chear some stricken heart, Or raise some wretched head; For thay are words I love mysel, They’re music to my ear; Thay muster up fresh energy Ta chase each dout an’ fear.


Nivver dee e thy shell, oud lad, Tho tha be poor indeed; Ner lippen ta long it turning up Sa mich ov a friend in need; Fer few ther are, an’ far between, That helps a poor man thru; An God helps them at helps thersel, An’ thay hev friends enew.


Nivver dee e thy shell, oud lad, What ivver thy crediters say; Tell um at least tha’rt forst ta owe, If tha artant able ta pay; An if thay nail thy bits o’ traps, An sell thee dish an’ spooin; Remember fickle fortun lad, Sho changes like the mooin.


Nivver dee e thy shell, oud lad, Tho some ma laugh an scorn; There wor nivver a neet ’fore ta neet, Bud what there come a morn; An if blind fortun used thee bad, Sho’s happen noan so meean; Ta morn al come, an then for some The sun will shine ageean.


Nivver dee e thy shell, oud lad, Bud let thy motto be,— “Onward! an’ excelsior;” And try for t’ top o’t tree: And if thy enemies still pursue, Which ten-to-one they will, Show um oud lad tha’rt doing weel, An climbing up the hill.


Oud Betty’s Advice.