Is it Reight?

Awm noa radical, liberal nor toory,     Awm a plain spokken, hard-workin man;     Aw cooart nawther fame, wealth nor glory,     But try to do th' best 'at aw can.     But when them who hold lofty positions,     Are unmindful of all but thersen, -     An aw know under what hard conditions,     Thaasands struggle to prove thersen men,     It sets me a thinkin an thinkin,     Ther's summat 'at wants setting reight;     An wol th' wealthy all seem to be winkin,     Leeavin poor fowk to wonder an wait, -     Is it cappin to find one's hooap sickens?     Or at workers should join in a strike?     When they see at distress daily thickens,     Till despairin turns into dislike?     Is it strange they should feel discontented,     An repine at ther comfortless lot,     When they see lux'ry rife in the mansion,     An starvation at th' door ov the cot?     Is it reight 'at theas hard-handed workers     Should wear aght ther life day bi day,     An find 'at th' reward for ther labors     Is ten per cent knockt off ther pay?     But we're tell'd 'at we owt to be thankful     If we've plenty to ait an to drink;     An its sinful to question one's betters, -     We wor sent here to work, net to think.     Then lets try to appear quite contented,     For this maathful o' summat to ait;     Its for what us poor fowk wor invented, -     But awm blowed if aw think at its reight.