If it’s happed
 

 
 that ye’ve met a chap,

And what hides in his chest
 

 
 can’t guess,

If it’s hard to decide
 

 
 at once

Take a risk — walk uphill
 

 
 with him,

Think him from the word go
 

 
 a bro:

Let one rope join you both
 

 
 henceforth,

If the hills make him feel
 

 
 quite ill,

If he can only fail
 

 
 and wail,

Having stumbled on the ice,
 

 
 he cries,

Then this one can’t be near —
 

 
 it’s clear,

Let he walk the straight way
 

 
 away —

Such a bird shouldn’t be brought
 

 
 along,

But if he neither howled
 

 
 nor growled,

Maybe he was as tough
 

 
 as rough,

Yet when ye worked down on
 

 
 the stones,

He would groan,
 

 
 but held on;

If this one has broken through
 

 
 with you