O' nothèn but woe.
But they vound that, by Heavenly mercy,
The news werden true;
An' they shook, wi' low laughter, as quick
As a drum when his blows do vall thick,
An' wer eärnest in words o' thanksgivèn,
Vor mercies anew.
THE TURNSTILE.
Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce