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" Yoo see, " sez he, " mah deear young frind. Mah travels omnmost at an end ; Wi' age mah back begins te bend.
An' white's mah hair; Ov this warld's griefs, yoo may depend,
Ah'v hed mah share."
His teeal tho' simple, it wur grand. An' varry gud te understand, — His stick steead up aboon his hand, T'awd fashion'd way; His cooat an' hat wur wether tann'd, A duffil gray.
" Ah think," sez Ah, " 'at Scriptur sez, Gray hairs is honorable dress. If they be fund i'reeghteousness, By faith obtain'd ; An' think, by what yer leeaks express. That praaze yoove gain'd.
Wi' age it izzen't gud te jooak, An'ts ommost ower warm te woak, Sit doon, an' hev a bit o' tawk, O' things 'at's past ; Awd men like yoo, hez seeaf beeath heeard An' seen a vast."
" A vast Ah hev beeath heeard an' seen. An' felt misfotten's arrows keen. As yoo remark, whahl Ah hev beean On this life's stage ; It's sike a varry changin scene, Fra' yooth te age.
