Bud men graw noo seea warldly wise,
Seea prooan te vanity an’ lies,
T’best o’ coonsel they’ll despise,
Seea queer they live,
They’ll scarce a proper question ax,
Or answer give.
Mankind i’ gen’ral can espy,
The mooat ’at’s in anoother’s eye,
An’ big an’ busy as Paul Pry,
’Ll mark it doon;—
It helps fra’ silly passers by
Te hide ther awn.
Theer’s numbers seeams o’ t’ better soort,
Aroond oor chapels still resoort,
An’ o’ convarsion mack a spoort,
An’ sins forgeean,
An’ at the truly pious shoot,
Ther arrows keen.
Bud the Almighty sees ther ways,
An’ thof he lenthens oot ther days,
An’ his just rath he noo delays,
’Tis seer te cum;
The stootest o’ the human race,
Mun meet ther doom.
Ey, when ther jolly days are spent,
If they i’ taame deea nut repent,
They’ll seerly doon te hell be sent
Te revell theer,
Te curse, an’ fooam, an’ pay ther rint
I’ black despair.
Freeat nut thysel when thoo doast see
The wicked i’ prosperity,
Te floorish like a green bay tree,
Or cedar tall;
He like a leeaf, by firm decree,
Mun feeade an’ fall!
Consider thoo what hez beean sed,
An’ o’ ther threeats be nut afraaid,
Beware lest thoo sud be betray’d
By ther deceit;—
An’ t’Lord gie thee, an’ nut upbreead,
His Sperit’s leeght!”
The coontry’s all anxiety,
Te knaw Awd Isaac’s pedigree,
An’ sum cry oot ’tis all a lee,
A meead up thing;—
Te sike we think it nut woth whahl,
Oor proofs te bring.
For all that wish te knaw—may read,
The sum an’ substance ov his creed;—
May catch, an’ saw the lahtle seed
Wi’ greeat success.
Bud whoor he liv’d, or whoor he deed,
’Tis left te guess.