What's A Poor Lass Like Me To Do, 'At Langs For A Hooam Ov Her Own? Aw'M A Hale An Bonny Wench Too, An Nubdy Can Say Aw'M Heigh-Flown. Aw Want Nawther Riches Nor Style, Just A Gradely Plain Felly Will Do; But Aw'M Waitin A Varry Long While An Ov Sweethearts Aw've Getten But Two. But Th' Trubble'S Just This, - Let Me Tell, What Aw Want An Will Have If Aw Can, To Share Wedded Life Wi' Misel, Is A Man 'At'S Worth Callin A Man. But Harry'S As Stiff As A Stoop, An Jack, Onny Lass Wod Annoy, - Harry'S Nobbut A Soft Nin-Com-Poop, An Jack'S Just A Hobble-De-Hoy. If Caarin At Th' Hob Ov A Neet, Wi' A Softheeaded Twaddlin Fooil; Aw Should Order Him Aght O' Mi Seet, Or Be Cooamin His Yure Wi' A Stooil. His Wage, - What It Wor, - Couldn't Bring Joy Enuff To Mak Up For Life'S Pains, If Aw Fan Misen Teed To A Thing, At Could Work, Ait An Live, Withaat Brains. "But Ther'S Love," Yo May Say, - Hi That's It! But Aw Nivver Could Love A Machine; An Aw'll Net Wed A Chap 'At'S Baat Wit, Net If He Could Mak Me A Queen. Aw'D Like One Booath Hansum An Strong, An Honest, Truehearted An Kind, But Aw'M Sewer Aw Could Ne'er Get Along, Wi' A Felly 'At Had'Nt A Mind. Soa Harry Will Ha To Be Seckt, For A Nin-Com-Poop'S Nowt I' Mi Line; As For Jack, - He Could Nivver Expect To Win Sich A True Heart As Mine. Ther'S Lasses Enuff To Be Had, 'At'll Jump At Sich Chonces Wi' Joy, They'll Tak Owt At'S I'Th' Shape Ov A Lad, Quite Content Wi' A Hobble-De-Hoy. Aw Dooant Want To Spend All Mi Life, Like A Saar, Neglected Old Maid; Aw'D Rayther Bi Th' Hawf Be A Wife, Nor To Blossom An Wither I'Th' Shade. Soa If Onny Young Chap Wants A Mate, Tho' He May Net Be Hansum Nor Rich, If He's Getten Some Sense In His Pate, Aw'M His Chonce. - An He Need'Nt Have Mich.