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Or, Pitmen's Luck.

Smash! Jemmy, let us buss, we'll off

And see Newcassel Races;

Set Dick the trapper for some syep,

We'll suin wesh a' wor faces.

There's ne'er a lad iv Percy Main

Be bet this day for five or ten;

Wor pockets lin'd wiv notes and cash,

Amang the cheps we'll cut a dash;

For X Y Z, that bonny steed,

He bangs them a' for pith and speed,

He's sure to win the cup, man.

We reach'd the Moor, wi' sairish tews,

When they were gawn to start, man:

We gav a fellow tuppence each,

To stand upon a cart, man:

The bets flew round frae side to side;

'The field agyen X Y!' they cried:

We'd hardly time to lay them a',

When in he cam—Hurraw! hurraw!

'Gad smash!' says aw, 'X Y's the steed,

He bangs them a' for pith an' speed,

We never see'd the like, man!'

Next, to the tents we hied, to get

Sum stuffin for wor bags, man;

Wi' flesh we gaily pang'd wor hides—

Smok'd nowse but patten shag, man;

While rum an' brandy soak'd each chop,

We'd Jackey an' fine Ginger-pop;

We gat what myed us winkin blin'—

When drunkey aw began te sing—

'Od smash! X Y, that bonny steed,

Thou bangs them a' for pith an' speed,

We never see'd his like, man!'

Next up amang the shows we gat,

Where folks a' stood i' flocks, man,

To see a chep play Bob and Joan,

Upon a wooden box, man;

While bairns and music fill'd the stage,

And some, by gox! were grim wi' age:

When next au'd Grin a powny browt,

Could tell at yence what people thowt!

'Od smash!' says aw, 'if he's the breed

Of X Y Z, that bonny steed,

Thou never see'd his like, man.'

But haud! when we cam to the toon,

What thinks tou we saw there, man?

We saw a Blacky puffin, sweetin,

Suckin in fresh air, man;

They said that he could fell an ox—

His name was fighting Molinox:

But ere he fit another round,

His marrow fell'd him to the ground.

'Od smash!' says aw, 'if thou's sic breed

As X Y Z, that bonny steed,

Thou never see'd his like, man!'

Next 'board a Steamer-boat we gat,

A laddie rang a bell, man;

We haddent sitten varry lang,

Till byeth asleep we fell, man:

But the noise seun myed poor Jemmy start—

He thowt 'twas time to gan to wark,

For pick and hoggers roar'd out he—

And myed sic noise it waken'd me.

'Od smash!' says aw, 'X Y's the steed,

He bangs them a' for pith and speed,

Aw never see'd his like, man!'

When landed, straight off hyem aw gans,

An' thunners at the door, man;

The bairns lap ower the bed wi' fright,

Fell smack upon the floor, man:

But to gaur the wifey haud her tongue,

Show'd her the kelter aw had won:

She with a cinder burnt her toes,

An' little Jacob broke his nose—

The brass aw've getten at the race

Will buy a patch for Jacob's face—

So now my sang is duin, man.