Can only mind our e'thly love,
Why then they'll veel our kindness drown
The thoughts ov all that meäde em frown.
An' jaÿ o' jaÿs will dry the tear
O' sadness that do trickle here,
An' nothèn mwore o' life than love,
An' peace, will then be know'd above.
Do good, vor that, when life's a-vled,
Is still a pleasure to the dead.