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Ther's a spark just o'th tip o' mi pen	A
An it may be poetical fire	B
An suppoase 'at it is'nt what then	A
Wod yo bawk a chap ov his desire	B
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Aw'm detarmined to scribble away	C
Soa's them 'at's a fancy con read	D
An tho' aw turn neet into day	C
If aw'm suitin an odd en ne'er heed	E
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Aw own ther's mich pleasure i' life	F
But then ther's abundance o' care	G
An them 'at's contented wi' strife	F
May allus mak sure o' ther share	G
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But aw'll laff woll mi galluses braik	H
Tho mi bed's net as soft as spun silk	H
An if butter be aght o' mi raik	H
Aw'll ma' th' best ov a drop o' churn milk	H
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It's nooan them 'at's getten all th' brass	I
'At's getten all th' pleasure net it	J
When aw'm smookin a pipe wi' th' owd lass	I
Aw con thoil 'em whativver they get	K
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But sometimes when aw'm walkin throo th' street	L
An aw see fowk hawf clam'd an i' rags	M
Wi' noa bed to lig daan on at neet	L
But i'th' warkus or th' cold lukkin flags	M
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Then aw think if rich fowk nobbut knew	N
What ther brothers i' poverty feel	O
They'd a trifle moor charity show	P
An help 'em sometimes to a meal	O
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But we're all far too fond of ussen	N
To bother wi' things aght o'th' seet	L
An we leeav to ther fate sich as them	Q
'At's noa bed nor noa supper at neet	L
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But ther's monny a honest heart throbs	M
Tho' it throbs under rags an' i' pains	M
'At wod'nt disgrace one o'th' nobs	M
'At booasts better blooid in his veins	M
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See that child thear 'at's workin away	C
An sweepin that crossin i'th' street	L
He's been thear ivver sin it coom day	C
An yo'll find him thear far into th' neet	L
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See what hundreds goa thowtlessly by	R
An ne'er think o' that child wi' his broom	S
What care they tho' he smothered a sigh	R
Or wiped off a tear as they coom	S
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But luk thear's a man wi' a heart	L
He's gien th' poor child summat at last	L
Ha his e'en seem to twinkle an start	L
As he watches th' kind gentleman past	L
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An thear in his little black hand	L
He sees a gold sovereign shine	N
He thinks he ne'er saw owt soa grand	L
An he says Sure it connot be mine	N
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An all th' lads cluther raand him i' glee	T
An tell him to cut aght o'th seet	L
But he clutches it fast an nah see	T
Ha he's threedin his way along th' street	L
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Till he comes to that varry same man	N
An he touches him gently o'th' back	H
An he tells him as weel as he can	N
'At he fancies he's made a mistak	H
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An th' chap luks at that poor honest lad	L
With his little nak'd feet as he stands	M
An his heart oppens wide he's soa glad	L
Woll he taks one o'th little black hands	M
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An he begs him to tell him his name	S
But th' child glances timidly raand	L
Poor craytur he connot forshame	S
To lift up his e'en off o'th graand	L
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But at last he finds courage to spaik	H
An he tells him they call him poor Joa	U
'At his mother is sickly an' waik	H
An his father went deead long ago	H
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An he's th' only one able to work	H
Aght o' four an he does what he can	N
Throo early at morn till it's dark	H
An he hopes 'at he'll sooin be a man	N
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An he tells him his mother's last word	L
As he starts for his labor for th' day	L
Is to put all his trust in the Lord	L
An He'll net send him empty away	L
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See that man nah he's wipin his e'en	N
An he gives him that bright piece o' gowd	L
An th' lad sees i' that image o'th Queen	N
What'll keep his poor mother throo th' cowd	L
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An monny a time too after then	N
Did that gentleman tak up his stand	L
At that crossing an watch for hissen	N
The work ov that little black hand	L
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An when years had gooan by he expressed	L
'At i'th' spite ov all th' taichin he'd had	L
An all th' lessons he'd leearn'd that wor th' best	L
'At wor towt by that poor little lad	L
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Tho' the proud an the wealthy may prate	L
An booast o' ther riches and land	L
Some o'th' laadest 'ul sink second rate	L
To that lad with his little black hand	L

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