Then ha' faith, an' persevere.
To a Roadside Flower.
Tha bonny little pooasy! aw'm inclined
To tak thee wi' me:
But yet aw think if tha could spaik thi mind,
Tha'd ne'er forgie me;
For I' mi jacket button-hoil tha'd quickly dee,
An' life is short enough, boath for mi-sen an' thee.
Here, if aw leeave thee bi th' rooadside to flourish,
Whear scoors may pass thee,