Come thi Ways in.

Come thi ways in, an God bless thi, lad!     Come thi ways in, for thar't welcome, joy!     A'a! tha'rt a shockin young taistrel, lad,     But tha artn't as bad as they call thi, doy.     Tha'rt thi father upheeaped an daanthrussen, lad,     It's his mother 'at knows what a glaid wor he; -     But thi britches' knees are booath brussen, lad,     An thi jacket, its raillee a shame to see.     It's weel for thee tha's a gronny, lad, -     If it wornt for me tha'd be lost i' muck!     Tha'rt wild, but tha'rt better ner monny, lad,     An aw think 'at tha'll yet bring thi gronny gooid luck.     Nah, pool up to th' table an dry thi nooas; -     (Awd nooan leearn mi appron to onny but thee,)     Wol tha'rt fillin thi belly aw'll patch up thi clooas,     Then aw'll send thi hooam daycent an cleean tha'll see.     Nah, what are ta dooin wi' th' pussy cat, pray?     If tha'll leeav it alooan it'll mell nooan o' thee,     Put th' mustard spooin daan! Does ta hear what aw say!     Let goa that cat tail! Ha tha aggravates me!     Tha mooant dip thi finger i'th' traitle pot, doy,     (Tho' aw reckon tha follers th' example tha's set,)     Mothers, nah days, dooan't know ha to train childer, joy,     But tha'll heed what thi gronny says, - willn't ta, pet?     A'a, dear! nah tha's upset thi basin o' stew!     All ovver thisen an mi cleean scarrd flooar: -     Tha clumsy young imp; what next will ta do?     Tha'd wear aght job's patience, an twice as mich mooar!     Hold thi din! or aw'll gie thi a taste o' that strap!     Tha maks it noa better wi' yellin like that!     Come, whisht nah, - 'twor nobbut a little mishap; -     Nah, whisht, - an tha'll see ha we'll leather yond cat.     Nah, dooan't touch mi thimel or needle an threead;     Sit daan like a gooid little child as tha art;     Wol aw wipe up this mess, an side th' butter an breead,     Then aw'll gie thi a penny to buy thi a tart.     For tha puts me i' mind ov a time long ago,     When thi father wor just sich a jockey as thee;     An tho' aw'm a widdy, an poor as a crow,     Ther'll be allus a bite an a sup for thee.     Tak thi booits off that fender! Tha's made it fair black;     Just see ha tha's scratched it! Aw'm sewer it's a sin!     Jump into theas clooas an fly hooam in a crack,     Or aw'll braik ivvery booan 'at tha has i' thi skin!     An stop hooam, until tha knows ha to behave,     Tha'd worrit my life aght i' less nor a wick!     Tell thi mother aw'm net gooin to be just a slave     To a taistrel like thee! soa nah, off tha gooas - Quick!