WELL, THERE‘ TIS

Well, there‘ tis. You wakes up cryin’ an’ callin’,

You'm cold an’ hungered, an’ skeered o’ the turble dark;

It feels most like a gert black cloud's a fallin’

To crunch you to nothin’, an’ leave you smuttered an’ stark.

But a kind hand comes when the gert black clouds would drownd you,

An’ a warm breast holds you tight to cuddle an’ kiss,

An’ you know that the world o’ Love be all around you.

Well! there‘ tis.

Then you grows a bit, and you finds a mort o’ pleasure

In the rush o’ the waves an’ the roarin’ wind in the sky;

An’ you plays your games at Pirates seekin’ treasure,

Or Penny-come-quick when the Breton Boys go by.

An’ you do n't much trouble at difrent kinds o’ weather,

If‘ tis sunny‘ tis sunny, but rain wo n't make you miss

The chance to trample away thro’ the moorland heather;

Well! there‘ tis.

But you keeps on growin’, an’ then you begin in a fashion

To want some things you'd never a thought on before;

An’ you sees some eyes be blue, an’ you gets a passion

For jest a very perticlar cottage door.

An’ you do n't feel tired at the end o’ the day o’ toilin’

So long as it ends with the sound an’ song of a kiss,

So long as it ends with arms round you coilin’;

Well! there‘ tis.

Then you grows old, an’ at last you falls on sleepin’.

Do you count you'll be all alone in the turble dark?

Do you think you'll be left to the sound o’ wailin’ an’ weepin’

Lonely an’ cold in the cloam, unmothered an’ stark?

When you was a baby, helpless an’ cryin’ an’ callin’

Didn’ the kind arms take, an’ the warm lips kiss?

An’ wo n't there be Arms at last, to save you from fallin’?

Well! there‘ tis.