Conrad Bladey's Beuk O'
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Part 15  Directory 19

More Works of Joe Wilson

Source: Joe Wilson, (author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890

 

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More Works of Joe Wilson

Source: Joe Wilson, (author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890


 
 


  SULKY MARY


 MALLY DIDDENT CUM


 HOO FOAKS IS DISEEVD  THE SMOKIN' CONTEST


BAGNALL AN' TAYLOR

 

THE CHANGES 0' LIFE

 

THE SANDGATE LASS AN' THE GYETSIDE LAD!  JACK'S LUCK.  

BOB THE BEUK TRAVELLER


CUM TE MAW SHOP_

A RECITATION FOR GROCERS AND PROVISION DEALERS

 YE WADDENT ACT BADLY TE ME '? THE SAILOR AN' THE BOBBY THE CANNY PORTER POKEMAN LOCKT OOT AN' LOCKT IN!  CHARITY!
 

THE COBBLERS' SPREE!

(FOONDID ON FAX.)
 MOONEY'S WEDDIN!  WOR GEORDEY'S KALLINDOR. (FOR LAST EER.)  MEGGIE LEE!  THE WILLINGTON WEATHER PROPHET
 HER FETHUR KEEPS A KEUK SHOP!  THE LEAZES PARK!  

NANNY'S PORTRAIT; OR, PAST AND PRISSINT

 

A RECITASHUN

 

THE CHAMPEIN OF ALL CHAMPEINS

 

 

ALECK HOGARTH.

CHAMPEIN OF THE WEAR.

 GOSSIPIN NANNY BROON.  THE MUSICAL LANLORD'S FAREWEEL  SEEKIN FOR A HOOSE  MISSIN THE TRAIN  IF DEED FOAKS COM TE LIFE AGYEN !
 WOR NEYBOR NELL!  THE UNSARTIN LASS !  LOKIL RECKORDS FOR THIS SENTORY!  

BARNEY RILEY'S DREAM.

A TRUE STORY

 IF SPENNITHORNE HAD WUN! OR, THE PLATE O’ 74
 

THE SYIMEESE TWINS

 

JACK HARDY'S KOORTSHIP AND MARRIDGE.

A RESITAYSHUN.

 

THE TRAVYLIN PORTRAIT TYEKER!

A POME.

 

BILLY TURNBULL'S ADVENTORS AT THE GRAND REGRETTA THAT WES HELD (AUG. 1863)

THE SYEM WEEK THE BRITISH ASSOCIASHUN OV WISE FOAKS VISITED NEWCASSEL.

 

About the Bush, Willy (Trad. not Wilson)

 THE TYNE REGRETTA. OR SHUV AHEED  AN ACROSTIC- TAYLOR  

WOR GEORDEY'S ACCOONT 0' THE GREET BOAT RACES.

BIV ELEGTRICK TALLYGRAFF, FRAE LUNDUN.

 THE COCKNEY'S LAMENT  WOR GEORDEY'S HISTORY 0' THE MATCHES

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SULKY MARY

 

MARY sulks an' Mary grummils,

Mary turns her heed away,

Mary cannet beer us funnin,

So aw think aw'll stop away,

It's Hannah's Sunday oot, an'

Hannah Likes a joke as weel as me,

Aw'd seuner gan a mile wi' Hannah,

Then hey a walk wi' Mary three!

 

Fareweel Mary, prood an' distint,

Aw'll not plague ye,-if aw gan,

If yor time shud cum te marry,

Aw hope aw maynit be yor man;

For if aw had a wife bad-temper'd,

She'd spoil mine, an' myek mine bad,

So gud-bye, hinny,-for aw's gannin,

Ye'll mebbies get anuther lad!


 
 
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MALLY DIDDENT CUM

 

TEUN- " Farewell, my Jumbaree. "

 

Aw had te meet young Mally once,

Aw'll not forget that neet;

She promised tiv us faithfully

Te be i' Grainger Street.

"She wad meet us near the Monniment,"

Te me she whisp'rin' said;

But, oh ! that disappointment

Such misery convey'd.

 

Korus.

 

But, oh dear! Mally diddent cum!

She kept us waitin' there se lang,

Heart-broken-c-aw wes glum;

For it's an awful disappointment

When yor sweetheart dissent cum!

 

Aw went roond be the Market,

But Mally wassent there;

Throo Newgate Street an' Blackett Street,

Aw wander'd full 0' care;

Then went back te the Monniment,

But still aw cuddent see

The sweetheart that had promised

To meet us faithfully.

 

Northumberland Street, an' Percy Street,

Aw stagger'd wildly throo,

The breezes frae the Moor Edge

Cud nivvor cool me broo,

Forfever-heat-iv ivry street

Ne Mally aw cud see:

Aw went back to the Monniment

Increasin' misery.

 

l' Grey Street, an' i' Grainger Street,

For three lang oors or mair,

Me eyes obscured wi' grief an' gloom,

Greet sorrow for me share,

At last, aw myed me way back hyem,

But there aw cuddent sleep,

For oh ! aw nivvor thowt that Mall

Her promise waddent keep.


 
 
 
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HOO FOAKS IS DISEEVD

 

TEUN- "The Mistletoe Bough."

 

I' THIS world 0' disepshun-how oftin ye'll find

Thor's foaks that 'ill myek ye believe that yor blind,

An' bother yor senses wi' fine words an' dress,

That yor sure at the finish wi' me te confess

Ye loss yor persepshun, an' imadjin that they

Are the best-hearted sowls ye cud meet iv a day,

Until they de sumthing ye nivvor conceived,

Then ye find to yor sorrow yor really diseev'd.

 

An' this is hoo foaks is diseev'd,

Ay, this is hoo foaksis diseev'd !

 

Nan Wood had a bairn, an' the wummin next door

Declared that thor wassent its like iv a score;

She said it Wasborn te turn oat something greet,

But it dee'd shortly efter it saw the day-leet.

Bob Harrison followed a fine-luckin lass,

An' thowt wi' the best i' the toon she might pass;

They korted,-then pairted, tho foaks sworethey'd wed,

An' he wassint the only young chep she misled.

 

An' this is hoo foaks is diseev'd

Ay, this is hoo foaks is diseev'd.

 

Jack Nicholson seem'd i' the world te de weel,

Drest up really tip-top frae heed te the heel;-

The neybors luckt at him wi' envious eyes

Until sell'd offfor debt-then judge thor surprise;

An' hoo often ye'll find cases just like the syem,

Where thor's plenty abroad an' a famine at hyem,

To keep up appearance, ye wad hardly believed,

Sum divvent care hoo-an' that's hoo yor diseev'd.

 

An' this is hoo foaks is diseev'd,

Ay, this ishoo foaks is diseev'd.

 

Kit Jones had a mate that he thowt weshis frind,

But the frind that he trusted proov'd false i' the end,

He rob'd him, then left him te pull throo his-sel,

An' a hundrid .mair cases like this aw cud tell.

Hoo often ye'll find a face cuver'd wi' smiles

Hide a heart, that's se bad, yit still oftin beguiles;

Appearance is nowt i' this wide world believ'd,

Or ye'd nivvor find [oaks that's se often diseev'd.

An' this is hoo foaks is diseev'd

Ay, this is hoo foaks is diseev'd!


 


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THE SMOKIN' CONTEST

 

TEUN - "Aw wish yor Fethur wes here."

 

YE may tawk aboot yor greet contests,

An' sum ye'll tyek as a joke,

But the contest that aw like the best,

Is the one that ends i' smoke;

Thor's Sinclair, the greet baccy man,

Gein prizes away for se lang,

That aw thowt if aw tried te cullor a pipe,

Aw cuddent se weel get rang.

 

Korus.

 

So aw smoked an' aw puff'd away,

Two oonsis myest ivry day,

An' aw thowt aw wes wise,

Te gan in for the prize,

An' carried slap bang reet away!

 

Aw went an' aw bowt the Renforth pipe,

An' Young Joe Cowen's as weel,

The Rodger Titchborne blaw'd us oot,

An' the gripes aw used te feel;

Then Joe Wilson's pipe wes the next,

But that myed us often se bad,

The foaks a' declared aw wes tryin te black

The eyes 0' the Gallowgate Lad!

 

Thor's many a time when aw haud the bairn,

Aw wish'd its muther wad cum,

But she often myed a rowan the stairs,

For she'd tawk 0' the awful sum

It cost for the baccy each week.

Says aw, "Whey, ye needint care,

If wi' the grosseries ye gan an' buy'd,

Ye mun give us that for me share!"

 

Says aw, "If ye divvent smoke yor-sel,

Ye can buy a pennorth 0' snuff!"

Says she, "If ye mean te pick yor cod

Wi' me, aw'll gie ye the huff,

Noo hoo mony pipes heh ye broke

Wi' tryin te just cullor one?

Wi' yor shag an' twist, if aw gie ye me fist,

Ye'll see what a prize aw've wun!"

 

As aw nivvor like te fight wi' the wife,

Aw smoked an' aw puff'd away,

An' when the greet contest com off,

Aw got the forst prize that day

Then gud luck te Sinclair, aw say,

An' me wife aw say tee as weel,

For when aw wun, i' the street she danced

Biv her-sel a grand threesum reel !


 



 
 
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BAGNALL AN' TAYLOR

 

AIR "Sally Lee."

 

YE Tyneside lads that's fond 0' sport,

Cum lissen unte me,

Aw'll sing 0' men byeth gud an' true,

Such as ye'll seldum see:

Aquatic sport's the forst 0' sport,

It's champeins ye'll agree

Cawse sensayshuns that ne uther

I' the world canivor de.

 

Korns.

 

An' its gan on, Bob, lad i-a puller grand is he,

An' Taylor as a trainer, his like ye'll seldum see,

Besides thor byeth gud oarsmen,

An' when such two combine,

Where will ye find a pair te beat

Wor champeins on the Tyne.

 

Jimmy Taylor's won mair matches

Then many a champein's deun,

l' skiffs, or pairs, or fower-oars,

He's nearly always wun;

He's browt mair champein oarsmen oat

Then ony iver did,

His gen'ralship licks a' the world,

An' whe hes a chance wid?

 

Byeth England an' America

Knaw Jimmy Taylor weel;

As Renforth an' Tom Winship's mate

He'd always bravely peel;

Ay, an' noo he's .got Bob Bagnall,

A canny quiet lad,

Like aud "Honest Bob,"-detarmin'd,

He's not easy te be had.

 

Bob Bagnall's willin for the world

Te try thor strength wi' him,

An' he'll always be supported biv

His frind an' trainer,

Jim; An' when the champeinship cums off,

Aw hope we'll not repine,

But find young Bob, THE HERO,

Hailin frae the Coaly Tyne.


 
 
 


 
 
 

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THE CHANGES 0' LIFE

 

TEUN- "It's time te get up."

 

JIM CARR wes only a poor man's son,

But a happy lad wes he,

He pass'd the days iv his patched-up claes,

Wiv a heart byeth leet an' free;

Ne trouble te cawse a moment's pain,

An' as blithe as he cud be,

He'd laffan' sing-"Aw wish a' the world·

Wes only as happy as me!"

 

The time flew by, an' he went te wark,

An' the forst change there he knew,

Wi' hearty will he displayed his skill,

An' a tidy workman grew;

He wes seun forst-class,-wi' honest pride,

An' a fyece lit up wi' glee,

He'd sing at wark-"Aw wish a' the world

Wes only as happy as me!"

 

Frev a man te maister noo he turn'd,

An' a brisk gud trade had he,

The orders poor'd in at iv'ry side,

Ay, far mair then he cud de;

An' frinds com roond him wi' open hands,

At least "thor a' frinds," thowt he,

An' gladly sung-" Aw wish a' the world

Wes only as lucky as met"

But swindlers com roond as weel as frinds,

 

An' a bankrupt seun he turn'd,

Cast off be them that profess'd the most,

Ay, neglected, robb'd, an' spurn'd;

He lay i' jail, wiv a doon-cast heart,

An' he wish'd that he wes free,

An' sung-" Iv a two-fyeced world like this,

Is thor not one true {rind te me!"

At last relieved frev his weary cage,

 

As journeyman he begun,

Gud fortun once mair clung tiv his side,

An' maister he wes seun;

The mair he myed-the mair trade he got,

Till independent was he,

 An' then he sung-" Aw wish a' the world

Knew just only as much as me!"

"When aw diddent need a single frind,

 

Aw had plenty then," said he,

"But when aw did i' me hard-up times,

Not a one com up te me,

Aw'Illuck te me-sel, tho a selfish man

Aw divvent intend te be,

An' still sing on-Aw wish a! the world

May nivor de warse than met"


 
 
 
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THE COBBLERS' SPREE!

(FOONDID ON FAX.)

 

TEUN- "Sal and Methusalam."

 

N00 iv a' the sprees that ivor ye saw,

Or ivor ye heard aboot,

Thor's one aw's sure that licks them a',

An' tyeks thor shine clean oot;

Three cobblers that aw's ackwented with,

One Monday left thor wark,

An' iv a weel-knawn public-hoose,

They kick'd up such a lark.

 

Korus

 

An' such a spree, whey, ye'll seldum see,

Where ivor ye may be,

For iv a' queer sprees, nebody sees

Owt like a cobblers' spree.

 

Thor funds wes thrippince-hap'ney, just,

The whole 0' what they'd got,

A pint was ordered-then browt in,

An' thrippince paid the shot;

A hap'ney noo wes a' they had left,

What cud they for a smoke de?

But ye wad lafft te seen a happorth

0' baeey sarve the three!

 

The pint wes drunk-they wanted mair,

So one wad sell his hat,

An' sixpence for the kadey teuk,

An' then they spent the sprat;

As a mark 0' luv tiv his UNCLE,

 A chep's coat wes kindly sent,

Then two bob, like the sprat before,

Like leetnin com an' went.

 

But not content,-they wanted mair,

So one, a queer aud man,

Wad tyek his troosers off, an' let

Them heh them oot te pawn;

For want ov anuther pair, the sarvint's

Peddickit he put on,

"Whe's a Heelander noo?" says he,

"Bedad, an' it's me that's one!

 

Time wore on, an' the cobblers' wives

Thinkin thor men oot late,

They a' set off te the WAX-ENDINN,

Wi' minds myed up te wait,

The chep that had the peddickit on,

Te pieces wes nearly torn,

An' when the wives agreed te stop,

They kept up the spree till morn.

 

TEUN- "Sal and Methusalam."

 

N00 iv a' the sprees that ivor ye saw,

Or ivor ye heard aboot,

Thor's one aw's sure that licks them a',

An' tyeks thor shine clean oot;

Three cobblers that aw's ackwented with,

One Monday left thor wark,

An' iv a weel-knawn public-hoose,

They kick'd up such a lark.

 

Korus

 

An' such a spree, whey, ye'll seldum see,

Where ivor ye may be,

For iv a' queer sprees, nebody sees

Owt like a cobblers' spree.

 

Thor funds wes thrippince-hap'ney, just,

The whole 0' what they'd got,

A pint was ordered-then browt in,

An' thrippince paid the shot;

A hap'ney noo wes a' they had left,

What cud they for a smoke de?

But ye wad lafft te seen a happorth

0' baeey sarve the three!

 

The pint wes drunk-they wanted mair,

So one wad sell his hat,

An' sixpence for the kadey teuk,

An' then they spent the sprat;

As a mark 0' luv tiv his UNCLE,

 A chep's coat wes kindly sent,

Then two bob, like the sprat before,

Like leetnin com an' went.

 

But not content,-they wanted mair,

So one, a queer aud man,

Wad tyek his troosers off, an' let

Them heh them oot te pawn;

For want ov anuther pair, the sarvint's

Peddickit he put on,

"Whe's a Heelander noo?" says he,

"Bedad, an' it's me that's one!

 

Time wore on, an' the cobblers' wives

Thinkin thor men oot late,

They a' set off te the WAX-ENDINN,

Wi' minds myed up te wait,

The chep that had the peddickit on,

Te pieces wes nearly torn,

An' when the wives agreed te stop,

They kept up the spree till morn.


 
 
 
 
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THE SANDGATE LASS AN' THE GYETSIDE LAD!

 

TEUN-" The Upper Ten."

 

THE Sandgate lass is as canny a lass

As ivor a body can see,

Ye'll hey heard us sing 0' her before,

For they call her Sally Lee;

An' the Gyetside lad he's a reglor brick,

He's a forgeman at Hawks's noo,

An' lang he's followed the Sandgate lass,

As a couple thor's nyen mair true.

 

Korus.

 

An' the Sandgate lass an' the Gyetside lad's

As happy a pair as thor can be had,

An' the foaks i' byeth cities 'ill be se glad

When they see them get married next Monday.

 

Says Sally te Bill, wiv a sigh, tuther day,

"We hevint as yit got a hoose,"

Says he, "We'v,e byeth a hoose 0' wor awn,

An' whativor wad be the use 0' thinkin

0' that when it's noo the time

That us two shud be myed one?

Ye can cum te wors an' aw'll cum te yors,

So consider the job it's deun!"

 

"But, Bill, if we shud hey ony bairns,"

Says she, "then what cud we de?"

Says he, "Ye can stop wi' yor muther,

An' aw'll cum an' stop wi' ye!"

Says she, "But, Bill, that wad nivvor de,

Aw's sure it wad lower ye doon,

For when clear 0' strife, each man an' wife

Shud byeth leeve i' one toon."

 

Says he, "Then is Sandgate not the syem

As Gyetside when yor Bill's there ?"

Says she, "It's just the syem te wor-sels,

So ye think we needint care;

But oh, the neybors 'ill say such things,

Aw wadn't like ye for te knaw,

An' if ye'll not myek us a real wife,

Aw'll not get married at a'!"

 

Says Bill,-an' then he wiped his eyes,'

"Aw wes just for fun tryin' ye,

Whey, aw've got byeth hoose an' furnitor,

As grand as ony can be,

When Gyetside an' yor city unites,

It'll put Ii the world at peace,

An' we'll myek't wor aim for hyem an' fame,

A fine cross-breed tiv increase!"


 
 
 
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