Little Patt'Rin, Clatt'Rin Feet, Runnin Raand Throo Morn To Neet; Banishin Mi Mornin'S Nap, - Little Bonny, Noisy Chap, - But Aw Can't Find Fault Yo See, - For He's Dad'S Lad An He Loves Me. He Loves His Mother Withaat Daat, Tho' Shoo Gies Him Monny A Claat; An He Says, "Aw'll Tell Mi Dad," Which Ov Coorse Maks Mother Mad; Then He Snoozles On Her Knee, For Shoo Loves Him 'Coss Shoo Loves Me. He's A Bother Aw'll Admit, But He'll Alter In A Bit; An When Older Grown, Maybe, He'll A Comfort Prove To Me, An Mi Latter Days Mak Glad, For Aw Know He's Daddy'S Lad. If He's Aght O' Sect A Minnit, Ther'S Some Mischief, An He's In It, When He's Done It Then He'll Flee; An For Shelter Comes To Me. What Can Aw Do But Shield My Lad? For He's My Pet An Aw'M His Dad. After A Day'S Hard Toil An Care, Sittin In Mi Rockin Chair; Nowt Mi Wearied Spirit Charms, Like Him Nestlin I' Mi Arms, An Noa Music Is As Sweet, As His Patt'Rin, Clatt'Rin Feet.