Whear Is Thi Daddy, Doy? Whear Is Thi Mam? What Are Ta Cryin For, Poor Little Lamb? Dry Up Thi Peepies, Pet, Wipe Thi Wet Face; Tears O' Thy Little Cheeks Seem Aght O' Place. What Do They Call Thi, Lad? Tell Me Thi Name; Have They Been Ooinion Thi? Why, Its A Shame. Here, Tak This Hawpny, An Buy Thi Some Spice, Rocksticks Or Humbugs Or Summat 'At'S Nice. Then Run Of Hooam Agean, Fast As Tha Can; Thear, - Tha'Rt All Reight Agean; Run Like A Man. He Wiped Up His Tears Wi' His Little White Brat, An He Tried To Say Summat, Aw Couldn't Tell What; But His Little Face Breeten'D Wi' Pleasure All Throo: - A'A! - Its Cappin, Sometimes, What A Hawpny Can Do.