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Or, The Pitman drinking Jackey.

Ha' ye been at Newcastle Fair,

And did ye see owse o' great Sandy?

Lord bliss us! what wark there was there;

And the folks were drinking of brandy.

Brandy a shilling a glass!

Aw star'd, and thought it was shameful:

Never mind, says aw, canny lass,

Give us yell, and aw'll drink my wame full.

Rum te idity, &c.

Says she, Canny man, the yell's cau'd;

It comes frev a man they caw Mackey,

And by my faith! it's byeth sour and au'd;

Ye'd best hev a drop o' wor Jackey.

Your Jackey! says aw, now what's that?

Aw ne'er heard the nyem o' sic liquor.

English Gin, canny man, that's flat,

And then she set up a great nicker.

Rum te idity, &c.

Says aw, Divent laugh at poor folks,

But gan and bring some o' yur Jackey;

Aw want nyen o' yur jibes or jokes,

I' th' mean time aw'll tyek a bit backey.

Aw just tuik a chew o' pig-tail,

She brought in this Jackey sae funny:

Says she, Sir, that's better than ale,

And held out her hand for the money.

Rum te idity, &c.

There's three-pence to pay, if you please:

Aw star'd and aw gap'd like a ninny;

Od smash thee! aw'll sit at my ease,

And not stir till aw've spent a half ginny.

Aw sat and aw drank till quite blind,

Then aw gat up to gan to the door,

But deil smash a door could aw find!

And fell flat o' maw fyece on the floor.

Rum te idity, &c.

There aw lay for ever sae lang,

And dreamt about rivers and ditches;

When waken'd, was singing this sang—

'Smash, Jackey, thou's wet a' me breeches!'

An' faith! but the sang it was true,

For Jackey had been sae prevailing.

He'd whistled himsel' quickly through,

And the chairs and tables were sailing.

Rum te idity, &c.

Then rising, aw went maw ways hyem,

Aw knock'd at the door, and cry'd Jenny!

Says she, Canny man, is te lyem,

Or been wading in Tyne, maw hinny?

I' troth, she was like for to dee,

And just by the way to relieve her,

The water's been wading through me,

And this Jackey's a gay deceiver.

Rum te idity, &c.

If e'er aw drink Jackey agyen,

May the bitch of a lass, maw adviser,

Lowp alive down maw throat, with a styen

As big as a pulveriser.

Rum te idity, &c.