Classic Poem

Faith? That's sure believin'
Things that look deceivin',
And their ways behoovin'
Though they can't be proven.

Hope ? That is a feelin'
That comes o'er ye stealin'
In the midst o' sorrer
You'll be gay tomorrer.

C HARITY ? That's givin'
Suthin' of your livin'
To some one or other
Like he was your Brother.

V IRTUE ? That is suthin'
That don't bring ye nuthin'
But a pleasant i-dee
That you're boney-fidee.

L OVE ? That's suthin' funny,
Sort o' bright and sunny,
That comes up and nabs ye
When the right gal grabs ye.

If ye get these five 'uns,
Keep 'em good and live 'uns,
Sure as I'm a sinner
You'll come out a winner!