(Although it's hard to pine,)
Thy little belly shall be fill'd
Whativer comes o' mine.
A chap con nobbut do his best,
An' that aw'll do for thee,
Leavin to providence all th' rest,
An' we'st get help'd, tha'll see.
An' if thi lot's as bright an' fair
As aw could wish it, lad,
Tha'll come in for a better share