BOB HOBSON'S ADVICE TIll HIS SON.
A RECITASHUN.- Joe Wilson


BOB HOBSON sat before the fire,
An' puff'd his baccy smoke,
A pictor ov a gud aud sire,
That can give or tyek a joke;
He puff'd away, luck'd wiselyroond,
Wink'd slyly at young Dan,
Then like a mortal wisdom croon'd,
Thus tiv his son began :

Maw canny lad, ye've noo arrived
At a wild, unsartain age,
So wi' me tung aw've just contrived
A lesson worth a sage :
Luck forward te the sunny side,
The dark side scarcely scan,
An' nivor deal wi' dirty pride,
If ye want te be a man.

Tyek a' advice that ye can get,
Turn not yor heed away,
Or let foaks put ye i' the pet,
Wi' anything they say;
For inforrnashun myeks us wise,
An' shows which way te steer;
Be careful,-if ye want te rise,
Be canny wi' the beer.

Keep close yor mooth I-watch weel yor words,
Afore ye let them oat,
For thowtless speeches myek discords,
An' put foaks sair aboot;
Keep passion always frae yor door,
Send selfishthowts away,
An' nivor let foaks chawk a score
Ye think ye cannet pay!

Let honesty yor motto be,
Mark weel these words, aw say,
For if thor worth ye dinnet see
Ye'll mebbies rue the day;
Save up, te thrive, mind weel yor pense,
Put not yor claes j' pawn,
But keep them oat, yorsel te mense,
Thor's nyen fits like yor awn!

Dinnet tell lees, sic ackshuns scorn,
Unworthy ov a man,
Let truth as pure as ye war born,
For ivor be yor plan;
Stick close te frinds that ye've fund true,
Strite-forward, kind, an' free;
De nowt te myek yor conshuns rue,
An' a "Happy Man" ye'll be !
Bonny sally wheatley
Ne wark
Gallowgate lad