Cash V. Cupid.

Aw dooat on a lass wi' a bonny face,     Wi' a twinkle ov fun in her ee; -     An aw like a lass 'at's some style an grace,     An aw'm fond o' one winnin an shy.     An ther's one 'at's a lot o' curly hair,     An a temptinly dimpled chin,     An one 'at's sedate an cold tho' fair,     But shoo wod'nt be easy to win.     Ther's one 'at's a smile ivvery time we meet,     An ther's one 'at seems allus sad;     Yet ther's sum mat abaat 'em all seems sweet, -     Just a sum mat aw wish aw had.     But somha aw connot mak up mi mind,     Which one to seek for a wife;     An its wise to be careful if love is blind,     For a weddin oft lasts for a life.     Ther's one 'at has nawther beauty nor wit, -     Just a plain lukkin, sensible lass;     But shoo's one thing 'at adds to her vally a bit, -     An that is 'at shoo's plenty o' brass.     An beauty will fade an een will grow dim,     Ther's noa lovin care can help that;     An th' smartest young woman, tho' stylish an slim,     May i' time grow booath clumsy an fat.     Soa aw think aw shall let thowts o' beauty slide by,     For a workin chap must be a crank,     'At sees mooar in a dimple or twinklin eye,     Nor in a snug sum in a bank.     Some may say ther's noa love in a weddin like this,     An its nowt but her brass 'at aw want,     Well, maybe they can live on a smile or a kiss,     If they can, - why, they may, - but aw cant.