Hopes dissolve in air,
But an honest heart
Still may laugh at care."
But ther's monny an honest heart 'at hasn't getten a laff left in it. They know bi bitter experience, 'at
"The smiling lips decieve us,
With words that woo and win;
Our friends betray and leave us
When darker days begin."
But haivver dark th' prospect may be he's a fooil 'at gives way to despair. Haivver bad things are, they mud be war; an when a chap ends his life to get rid ov his trubbles, th' chonces are at th' tide wor just abaat to turn if he could nobbut ha had pluck to wait.
Th' trubbles we have are seldom soa heavy 'at we connot bear em, tho it may be hard wark, but when we're a bit cast daan, we dooant freeat hawf as mich abaat what we have to put up wi, as to what's gooin to happen. Imaginary evils are allus war to bide nor th' trubbles we railly have.