Settled Doon.

                      Teun-"Kill or Cure."

                      When sittin be the fireside, me pipe se calmly smoking,
                      Or playin wi' the bits o' bairns, or wi' the aud wife jokin,
                      Aw's as happy, if not happier, than if aw had a croon,
                      For, me lads, aw's what aw like te be- that's nicely settled doon.

                      Korus.

                      Then wire in ! me lads, an' join us i' the tune,
                      For noo aw's what aw like te be-
                      That's nicely settled down!

                      Aw've plenty wark, thenk God for that,-for wark brings real injoyment,
                      An' men can nivor settle doon without they've got imployument;
                      An' at neets aw often tyek the wife te walk aboot the toon,
                      An' we feel se calm an' happy like becas wor settled doon.

                      Then Jack an' Tom byeth gan te scheul, se willin, --thats a plissure,
                      Thor byeth gud lads, aw's sure they are,-them here's wor little trissure,
                      That's little Bell, just six munse aud, she's noddiin te the tune
                      Her muther sings, as if she knew wor nicely settled doon.

                      The hoose it maynit be se grand as sum that aw cud menshun,
                      But what thor's int's wor awn, lads,-an' ye'll nivor hear dissenshun
                      Betwixt he wife an'me,-for neethor like te cawse a froon,
                      Wor happy an' wor byeth content becas wor settled doon.

                      -Joe Wilson