AUD NELLY'S ADVICE TIV HER DOWTOR!
(Joe Wilson)

A RECITASHUN.

AUD Nelly plied her needle, byeth careful, fine, an' swiftly,
Then she gazed wi' muther's pride iv her bonny dowtor's een,
Her mind wi' past joys reelin, she blist the dear form kneelin,
Sweet coonsil then revealin te that sweet flooer o' sivinteen.

Maw eumley pet, maw hinny, aw' prood te see yor bonny,
But words o' praise oft myek eonseet, an' beauty oft brings pain.
Aw'd like te see ye cosey, yor cheeks keep reed an' rosey,
As bloomin as a posey, but aw dinnit want ye vain!

Cawshus i' yor Iuv affairs, yor shoor te fettle canny,
So dinnit thraw me words aside for owt that lads may say;
For oft they'll sweer devoshun, an' tell ye thor greet noshun,
But like the tretch'rous oshin, they smile an' then betray.

It's not the fyece that myeks the man, fine eyes, or hair that's corly,
An honest heart an' kindly hand's far better then the pair;
So when ye gan a cortin, spoil not yorsel wi' flortin,
Or else ye'll find ne sport in the lot that's for yor share.
If dancin ye shud fancy, mind weel what steps yor takin,
For one false step oft puts foaks rang, ne mair to be put reet.
For gud an' bad steps glancin, i' life, itsel, like dancin,
We've a' te tyek wor chance in, an' tyest byeth soor an' sweet.

Let uther foaks' affairs alyen, if ye mind yor awn ye've plenty,
An' nivor myek a practice o' gannin ootte tea,
For there thor's often clashin, wi' mischief myekin pashun,
If they'd tawk 'boot nowt but fashun, then, an' only then, 'twad de.

Keep the hoose byeth clean an' tidy,-dinnit gan a drinkin,
A drunkin wife's the plague o' life, a dorty wife's the syem!
Wi" neybors dinnet gossip,-wi' scandal gud nyems toss up,
Ye'd mair need gan an' poss up the claes ye've left at hyem.

Attend yor hoosehold duties wi' heart byeth leet an' cheerful,
An' let yor gudman's cumforts be yor studdy a' throo life,
An' stop his mooth frae sweerin, wi' nice kind words, endearin,
Thor's nowt te man see cheerin as a true an' canny wife!