No, I'm A Man, I'm Vull A Man, You Beat My Manhood, If You Can. You'll Be A Man If You Can Teake All Steates That Household Life Do Meake. The Love-Toss'D Child, A-Croodlen Loud, The Bwoy A-Screamen Wild In Play, The Tall Grown Youth A-Steppen Proud, The Father Staid, The House'S Stay. No ; I Can Boast If Others Can, I'm Vull A Man. A Young-Cheak'D Mother'S Tears Mid Vall, When Woone A-Lost, Not Half Man-Tall, Vrom Little Hand, A-Called Vrom Play, Do Leave Noo Tool, But Drop A Tay, An' Die Avore He's Father-Free To Sheape His Life By His Own Plan; An' Vull An Angel He Shall Be, But Here On E'Th Not Vull A Man, No; I Could Boast If Others Can, I'm Vull A Man. I Woonce, A Child, Wer Father-Fed, An' I've A-Vound My Childern Bread; My Earm, A Sister'S Trusty Crook, Is Now A Faithvul Wife'S Own Hook; An' I've Agone Where Vo'K Did Zend, An' Gone Upon My Own Free Mind, An' Of'En At My Own Wits' End. A-Led O' God While I Were Blind. No; I Could Boast If Others Can, I'm Vull A Man. An' Still, Ov All My Tweil Ha' Won, My Loven Maid An' Merry Son, Though Each In Turn'S A Jay An' Ceare, 've A-Had, An' Still Shall Have, Their Sheare An' Then, If God Should Bless Their Lives, Why I Mid Zend Vrom Son To Son My Life, Right On Drough Men An' Wives, As Long, Good Now, As Time Do Run. No, I Could Boast If Others Can, I'm Vull A Man.