If.

Dear Jenny, if fortun should favour mi lot,     Mi own bonny wife tha shall be;     For trubbles an worries we'll care net a jot,     For we'll rout 'em wi' frolic an glee.     We'll have a snug cot wi' a garden at th' back,     An aw'll fix peearks i'th' cellar for hens;     Then a fresh egg for braikfast tha nivver need lack,     When thi fancy to sich a thing tends.     Some cheers an a table, an two-o'-three pans,     Some pots an a kettle for tea;     A bed an a creddle an smart kist o' drawers,     An a rockin-cheer, lass, - that's for thee.     Some books, an some picters to hing up o'th' wall,     To mak th' place luk nobby an neat;     An a rug up o'th' harstun to keep thi tooas warm,     An some slippers to put on thi feet.     An when Sundy comes, - off to th' chapel or church,     An when we get back we'll prepare,     Some sooart ov a meal, - tho its hooamly an rough,     If its whooalsum we nivver need care.     If we're blest wi' a bairn, we mun ne'er be put aght,     If it shows us its tempers an tiffs;     Soa Jenny, have patience, for th' change i' thi state,     Depends varry mich on theas "Ifs."