IT’S VERA WEEL.

Wairoa Bell, Volume V, Issue 222, 3 November 1893, Page 15 (Supplement)

IT’S VERA WEEL.

It’s 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’le light, Or gang till rest when sharp winds bite, Wi’oot a wifey. It’s vera weel 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 weel when skies are clear. When frien’s are true and lassies dear. To think ye’ll gang through life, nae fear, Wi ’oot a wifey. But clouds will come the skies athwart; Lassies will marry; frien’s maun part. What then can cheer your saddened heart? A dear wee wifey. It’s vera weel when young and hale. But when ye’re auld and crazed, and frail. And your blythe spirits ’gin to fail. Ye’ll want a wifey. But mayhap then the lassies dear Will treat your offers wi’ a sneer Because ye’re cranky, gray and sere— Ye’ll 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.