Give it 'em Hot.

Give it 'em hot, an be hanged to ther feelins!     Souls may be lost wol yor choosin' yor words!     Out wi' them doctrines 'at taich o' fair dealins!     Daan wi' a vice tho' it may be a lord's!     What does it matter if truth be unpleasant?     Are we to lie a man's pride to exalt!     Why should a prince be excused, when a peasant     Is bullied an' blamed for a mich smaller fault?     O, ther's too mich o' that sneakin and bendin;     An honest man still should be fearless and bold;     But at this day fowk seem to be feeared ov offendin,     An' they'll bow to a cauf if it's nobbut o' gold.     Give me a crust tho' it's dry, an' a hard 'en,     If aw know it's my own aw can ait it wi' glee;     Aw'd rayther bith hauf work all th' day for a farden,     Nor haddle a fortun wi' bendin' mi knee.     Let ivery man by his merit be tested,     Net by his pocket or th' clooas on his back;     Let hypocrites all o' ther clooaks be divested,     An' what they're entitled to, that let em tak.     Give it 'em hot! but remember when praichin,     All yo 'at profess others failins to tell,     'At yo'll do far moor gooid wi' yor tawkin an' taichin,     If yo set an example, an' improve yorsel.