IT'S VERA WEEL.

Feilding Star, Volume XV, Issue 79, 30 September 1893, Page 6 (Supplement)

IT'S VERA WEEL.

Itfs vera -weel, throughoot the day, When ta'en up wi' wark or play, To think a man can live alway, Wi'oot a wifey. But it's anither thing at night, To sit alone by can'lo light. Or gang till rest when sharp winds bite, Wi'oot a wifey. It's vera wcel when claes are new. To think they'll always last just so. And look as well as they do noo, Wi'oot a wifey. But when the holes begin to show, The stitches rip, the buttons go. What in the warl's a mon to do Wi'oot a wifey? It's vera wcel when skies are clear. When frien's are true and lassies dear. To think yell gang through life, naefear, Wi'oot a wifey. But clouds will come tlie skies athwart; Lassies will marry; frien's maun part. What then can cheer your saddened * heart? A dear wee wifey. It's ret*a weel when young and bale. Bat when ye're auld and crazed and frail. And yoor blythe spirits 'gin to fail, Yell want a wifey. But mayhap then the lassies dear Will treat your offers wi' a sneer Because ye're cranky, gray and sere— Yell get nae wifey. Then haste ye, haste, ye silly loon. Rise up and seek aboot the toon And get heaven's greatest earthly boon, A wee bit wifey. Wallace Dunbar in Amusing Journal.