the day 0' life.

TWES a bright sunny morn when Bill Tait's bairn we born
An' the glasses went roond tiv a reet merry teun:
An' the muther she smiled at the fethur se wild
Wi' joy at the birth ov a fine healthy sun:
Its bit soft cheek wes kiss'd, an' its muther weel blist,
An' thor health drunk agyen, an' agyen, te convey
Thor neybors' rispect wi' the best 0' gud feelin:
What a sweet little pictor-the dawn 0' Life's day!

Next door, a grand weddin, each young heart te gladden
Myed curious heeds pop throo windows an' doors,
Te see the bride blushin, an' a' the crood pushin
Te welcum Dick Scott an' the lass he adores;
Wi' sic a fine party,-contented an' hearty,
The fleet moments rowl onward, unheeded, away:
May the bride's life be as sweet as her luver's heart's leet,
What a dear little pictor-the noon 0' Life's day!

Close at hand, doon the street, i' the dusk 0' the neet,
Bill Carr, sair wi' suffrin, lay waitin for Deeth,
He sadly luckt roond, but nyen there cud help him,
An' darkness set in as he drew his last breeth:
The birth ov a bairn's like the dawn 0' the mornin,
An' a weddin's the noon, wi' the sun's cheerin ray,
An' Deeth's the dark neet that's se sartin te follow,
The dreary dark pictor that closes Life's day!

-Source: Joe Wilson,(author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890.