Vull A Man

No, Im a man, Im vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. Youll be a man if you can teake All steates that household life do meake. The love-tossd child, a-croodlen loud, The bwoy a-screamen wild in play, The tall grown youth a-steppen proud, The father staid, the houses stay. No ; I can boast if others can, Im vull a man. A young-cheakd mothers 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 hes father-free To sheape his life by his own plan; An vull an angel he shall be, But here on eth not vull a man, No; I could boast if others can, Im vull a man. I woonce, a child, wer father-fed, An Ive a-vound my childern bread; My earm, a sisters trusty crook, Is now a faithvul wifes own hook; An Ive agone where vok did zend, An gone upon my own free mind, An ofen at my own wits end. A-led o God while I were blind. No; I could boast if others can, Im vull a man. An still, ov all my tweil ha won, My loven maid an merry son, Though each in turns 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, Im vull a man.