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Quite soft blew the wind from the west,

The sun faintly shone in the sky,

When Lukey and Bessy sat courting,

As walking I chanc'd to espy.

Unheeded I stole close beside them,

To hear their discourse was my plan;

I listen'd each word they were saying,

When Lukey his courtship began.

Last hoppen thou won up my fancy,

Wi' thy fine silken jacket o' blue;

An' smash! if their Newcassel lyedies

Could marrow the curls o' thy brow.

That day aw whiles danc'd wi' lang Nancy,

She couldn't like thou lift her heel:

Maw Grandy lik'd spice singing hinnies,

Maw comely! aw like thou as weel.

Thou knaws, ever since we were little,

Together we've rang'd through the woods;

At neets hand in hand toddled hyem,

Very oft wi' howl kites and torn duds:

But now we can talk about mairage,

An' lang sair for wor weddin day;

When mairied thou's keep a bit shop,

And sell things in a huikstery way.

And to get us a canny bit leevin,

A' kinds o' fine sweetmeats we'll sell,

Reed herrin, broon syep, and mint candy,

Black pepper, dye sand, and sma' yell;

Spice hunters, pick shafts, farden candles,

Wax dollies, wi' reed leather shoes,

Chalk pussy-cats, fine curly greens,

Paper skyets, penny pies, an' huil-doos.

Aws help thou to tie up the shuggar,

At neets when frae wark aw get lowse;

And wor Dick, that leeves ower by High Whickham,

He'll myek us broom buzzoms for nowse.

Like an image thou's stand ower the counter,

Wi' thy fine muslin cambricker goon;

And to let the folks see thou's a lyedy,

On a cuddy thou's ride to the toon.

There's be matches, pipe clay, and brown dishes,

Canary seeds, raisins, and fegs;

And to please the pit laddies at Easter,

A dish full o' gilty paste-eggs.

Wor neybors, that's snuffers and smokers,

For wor snuff and backey they'll seek;

And to shew them we deal wi' Newcassel,

Twee Blackeys sal mense the door cheek.

So now for Tim Bodkin awse send,

To darn maw silk breeks at the knee,

Thou thy ruffles and frills mun get ready,

Next Whitsunday married we'll be.

Now aw think it's high time to be steppin,

We've sitten tiv aw's about lyem.

So then, wiv a kiss and a cuddle,

These lovers they bent their way hyem.