  Air—“Come, sit down, my cronies.” C Come, what’s th’ use o’ fratchin’, lads, this life’s noan so lung, So, iv yo’n gether reawnd, aw’ll try my hond at a sung; It may shew a guidin’ glimmer to some wand’rer astray, Or, haply, gi’ some poor owd soul a lift on the way. A lift on the way; A lift on the way; Or, haply, gi’ some poor owd soul a lift on the way.Life’s road’s full o’ ruts; it’s very slutchy, an’ it’s dree; An’ mony a worn-eawt limper lies him deawn there to dee; Then, fleawnd’rin’ low i’th gutter, he looks reawnd wi’ dismay, To see iv aught i’th world can give a lift on the way. A lift on the way; A lift on the way; To see iv aught i’th world can give a lift on the way. Oh, there’s some folk ’at mun trudge it, an’ there’s some folk ’at may ride, But, never mortal mon con tell what chance may betide; To-day, he may be blossomin’, like roses i’ May; To-morn, he may be beggin’ for a lift on the way. A lift on the way; A lift on the way; To-morn, he may be beggin’ for a lift on the way. Good-will, it’s a jewel, where there’s little else to spare; An’ a mon may help another though his pouch may be bare; A gen’rous heart, like sunshine, brings good cheer in its ray, An’ a friendly word can sometimes give a lift on the way. A lift on the way; A lift on the way; An’ a friendly word can sometimes give a lift on the way. Like posies ’at are parchin’ in the midsummer sun, There’s mony a poor heart faints afore the journey be run; Then, lay the dust wi’ kindness, till the close of the day, An’ gi’ these droopin’ travellers a lift on the way. A lift on the way; A lift on the way; An’ gi’ these drooping travellers a lift on the way. Oh, soft be his pillow, when he sinks deawn to his rest, That can keep the lamp o’ charity alive in his breast; May pleasant feelin’s haunt him as he’s dozin’ away, An’ angels give him, up aboon, a lift on the way. A lift on the way; A lift on the way; An’ angels give him, up aboon, a lift on the way. Jog on, my noble comrades, then, an’ so mote it be,— That hond in hond we travel till the day we mun dee; An’ neaw, to end my ditty, lads, let’s heartily pray That heaven may give us ev’ry one a lift on the way. A lift on the way; A lift on the way; That heaven may give us ev’ry one a lift on the way. _
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