My Gronfayther's Days.

A'a, Jonny! a'a Johnny! aw'm sooary for thee!     But come thi ways to me, an' sit o' mi knee,     For it's shockin' to hearken to th' words 'at tha says: -     Ther wor nooan sich like things i' thi gronofayther's days.     When aw wor a lad, lads wor lads, tha knows, then,     But nahdays they owt to be 'shamed o' thersen;     For they smook, an' they drink, an' get other bad ways;     Things wor different once i' thi gronfayther's days.     Aw remember th' furst day aw went a coortin' a bit,     An' walked aght thi granny; - awst niver forget;     For we blushed wol us faces wor all in a blaze; -     It wor nooa sin to blush i' thi gronfayther's days.     Ther's nooa lasses nah, John, 'at's fit to be wed;     They've false teeth i' ther maath, an false hair o' ther heead;     They're a make up o' buckram, an' waddin', an' stays,     But a lass wor a lass i' thi gronfayther's days.     At that time a tradesman dealt fairly wi' th' poor,     But nah a fair dealer can't keep oppen th' door;     He's a fooil if he fails, he's a scamp if he pays;     Ther wor honest men lived i' thi gronfayther's days.     Ther's chimleys an' factrys i' ivery nook nah,     But ther's varry few left 'at con fodder a caah;     An' ther's telegraff poles all o'th edge o'th' highways,     Whear grew bonny green trees i' thi gronfayther's days.     We're teld to be thankful for blessin's at's sent,     An' aw hooap 'at tha'll allus be blessed wi' content;     Tha mun make th' best tha con o' this world wol tha stays,     But aw wish tha'd been born i' thi gronfayther's days.