Advice to Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny, dry thi ee,     An' dunnot luk soa sad;     It grieves me varry mich to see     Tha freeats abaat yon lad;     For weel tha knows, withaat a daat,     Whearivver he may be,     Tho fond o' rammellin' abaat,     He's allus true to thee.     Tha'll learn mooar sense, lass, in a while,     For wisdom comes wi' time,     An' if tha lives tha'll leearn to smile     At troubles sich as thine;     A faithful chap is better far,     Altho' he likes to rooam,     Nor one 'at does what isn't reight,     An' sits o'th' hearth at hooam.     Tha needn't think 'at wedded life     Noa disappointment brings;     Tha munnot think to keep a chap     Teed to thi appron strings.     Soa dry thi een, they're varry wet,     An' let thi heart be glad,     For tho' tha's wed a rooamer, yet,     Tha's wed a honest lad.     Ther's mony a lady, rich an' great,     'At's sarvents at her call,     Wod freely change her grand estate     For thine tha thinks soa small:     For riches cannot buy content,     Soa tho' thi joys be few,     Tha's one ther's nowt con stand anent, -     A heart 'at's kind an' true.     Soa when he comes luk breet an' gay,     An' meet him wi' a kiss,     Tha'll find him mooar inclined to stay     Wi treatment sich as this;     But if thi een luk red like that,     He'll see all's wrang at once,     He'll leet his pipe, an' don his hat,     An' bolt if he's a chonce.