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They trifle on fra' yeear te yeear,
Like watches woorn oot ov repair,
Thof if they wad, its varry cleear.
They mud be mended;
Bud they perceeave neea danger neear,
Till life is ended.
Awd Satan seea pollutes the maund.
They win nut stooap te t' means desaun'd,
Till t' hair spring gits wi't mainspring twain'd,
An seea hard curl'd,
They're foorc'd away te git refined
I' t'other warld.
He leeads sum on like mountebanks.
As straight as thof they ran on planks.
An' tells 'em, i' ther jovial pranks,
He'll nut deceeave 'em;—
Then oft on Jordan's stormy banks,
Ther cumforts leeave 'em.
He leeads sum on another way,
An' whispers tiv 'em neeght an' day,
'At they need nowther reead nor pray,
They've deean nowght wrang;
An' if they hev, he'll set it reeght,
Afoore 't be lang,
Ther's others oft beean in alarm,
Bud Felix like, when t'heart wur warm,
Hez sed, "Go, an' sum other taame,
Ah'll send for thee;"
When they that taame, they didden't knaw
Mud ivver see.
