Help Thisen.

"Come, help thisen, lad, - help thisen!"     Wor what mi uncle sed.     We'd just come in throo makkin hay,     To get some cheese an breead.     An help misen aw did, - yo bet!     Aw wor a growin lad;     Aw thowt then, an aw fancy yet,     'Twor th' grandest feed aw'd had.     When aw grew up aw fell i' love, -     Shoo wor a bonny lass!     But bein varry young an shy,     Aw let mi chonces pass.     Aw could'nt for mi life contrive     A thing to do or say,     For fear aw should offend her, soa     Aw let her walk away.     But what aw suffered nooan can tell; -     Aw loved her as mi life!     But dursn't ax her for the world     To be mi darlin wife.     Aw desperate grew, - we met, - aw ax'd     For just one kuss, - an then,     Shoo blushed, an shook her bonny curls,     But let me help misen.     It's varry monny years sin then, -     Mi hair's nah growin gray;     But oft throo life aw've thowt aw've heeard     That same owd farmer say, -     When in some fix aw've vainly sowt     For aid from other men, -     "Tha'rt wastin time, - if tha wants help     Pluck up, an help thisen."     If th' prize yo long for seems too heigh,     Dooant let yor spirits drop;     Ther may be lots o' thrustin, but     Yo'll find ther's room at th' top.     Yo connot tell what yo can do     Until yo've had a try;     It may be a hard struggle, but     Yo'll get thear, by-an-bye.     Nah, young fowk, bear this in yor mind     An let it be yor creed,     For sooin yo'll find fowk's promises     Are but a rotten reed.     Feight yor own battles bravely throo,     Yo'll sewerly win, an then     Yo'll find ther's lots will help yo,     When yo con help yorsen.