Thor's floor an' coals to get, The hoose-wark's not half deun, Sae--haud the bairn for fairs, Thou's often deun't for fun.
His wife had hardlys gyen, The bairn began to squall, With hikin't up an' doon He varry neigh let it fall.
To ha'd-a blubberin' bairn, It may be grand to some; A day's wark's not as bad-- "Aw wish thy Muther wad cum. "
There's nowt mair sae than Man; He laffs at Wimmin's toill, An' nivvir 'll norse his awn-- (It's startin' to cry agyen-- Aw see tuts throo it's gum;) Maw canny bit pet, O dinna thoo fret-- "Aw wish thy Muther wad cum."
But kindness dis a vast- It's nee use gettin vext-- It'll niver please the bairn, Or ease a mind perplext.