Wheear is thi daddy, boy? Wheear is thi mam?
What are ta' crying' for, poor little lamb?
Dry up thi peepies, pet, wipe thi wet face;
Tears on thy little cheeks seem out o' place.
What do they call thi, lad? Tell me thi name.
Have they bin ooinin thi? Why, it's a shame!
Here, tak this orpni and by thi some spice,
Rocksticks, or humbugs, or summat at's nice.
Then run off hooam again, fast as tha can;
Theer, th'art awreyt again, run like a man.
Hi wiped up 'is tears wi' 'is little white brat.
'An he tried to say summat, Ah couldn't tell what;
But 'is little face breeten'd wi' pleasure all throo,
Eeh, it's cappin' sometimes what a horpni can do.