Never mind' if aw dooant! harum scarum!
An Old Man's Christmas Morning.
Its a long time sin' thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad,—
Soa pull up thi cheer, an' sit daan, for ther's noabdy moor welcome nor thee:
Thi toppin's grown whiter nor once,— yet mi heart feels glad,
To see ther's a rooas o' thi cheek,an' a bit ov a leet i' thi e'e.
Thi limbs seem to totter an' shake, like a crazy owd fence,
'At th' wind maks to tremel an' creak; but tha still fills thi place;
An' it shows 'at tha'rt bless'd wi' a bit o' gradely gooid sense,