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In a town near Newcassel a Pitman did dwell,

Wiv his wife nyemed Peg, a Tom Cat, and himsel;

A dog, called Cappy, he doated upon,

Because he was left him by great uncle Tom:

Weel bred Cappy, famous au'd Cappy,

Cappy's the dog, Tallio, Tallio.

His tail pitcher-handled, his colour jet black,

Just a foot and a half was the length of his back;

His legs seven inches frev shoulders to paws,

And his lugs, like two dockins, hung owre his jaws:

Weel bred Cappy, &c.

For huntin of varmin reet cliver was he,

And the house frev a' robbers his bark wad keep free:

Could byeth fetch and carry; could sit on a stuil;

Or, when frisky, wad hunt water-rats in a puil.

Weel bred Cappy, &c.

As Ralphy to market one morn did repair,

In his hat-band a pipe, and weel kyem'd was his hair,

Owre his arm hung a basket—thus onward he speels,

And enter'd Newcassel wi' Cap at his heels:

Weel bred Cappy, &c.

He hadn't got further than foot of the Side,

Before he fell in with the dog-killing tribe:

When a highwayman fellow slipp'd round in a crack,

And a thump o' the skull laid him flat on his back:

Down went Cappy, &c.

Now Ralphy extonish'd, Cap's fate did repine, While it's eyes like twee little pearl buttons did shine: He then spat on his hands, in a fury he grew, Cries "Gad smash! but awse hev settisfaction o' thou, For knocking down Cappy," &c.

Then this grim-luiken fellow his bludgeon he rais'd,

When Ralphy ey'd Cappy, and then stood amaz'd:

But, fearing beside him he might be laid down,

Threw him into the basket and bang'd out o' town:

Away went Cappy, &c.

He breethless gat hyem, and when liften the sneck,

His wife exclaim'd 'Ralphy! thou's suin getten back:

'Getten back!' replied Ralphy, 'I wish I'd ne'er gyen,

In Newcassel they're fellin dogs, lasses, and men;

They've knock'd down Cappy, &c.

If aw gan to Newcassel, when comes wor pay week,

Aw'll ken him agyen by the patch on his cheek:

Or if ever he enters wor toon wiv his stick,

We'll thump him about till he's black as au'd Nick,'

For killin au'd Cappy, &c.

Wiv tears in her een Peggy heard his sad tale,

And Ralph, wiv confusion and terror grew pale:

While Cappy's transactions with grief they talk'd o'er,

He crap out o' the basket quite brisk on the floor;

Weel duin Cappy! &c.