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T'other day ye mun knaw, wey aw'd had a sup beer;

It ran i' maw heed, and myed me sae queer,

That aw lay doon to sleep i' wor huddock sae snug,

An' dreem'd sic a dreem as gar'd me scart me lug.

Aw dreem'd that the queerest man iver aw see'd,

Cam stumping alang wi' three hats on his heed;

A goon on like a preest, (mind aw's telling ne lees)

An' at his side there was hangin a greet bunch o' kees.

He stares i' maw fyece, and says, 'How d'ye de?'

'Aw's teufish,' says aw, 'canny man, how are ye?'

Then he says, wiv a voice gar'd me trimmle, aw's shure,

'Aw's varry weel, thank ye, but yor day is nigh ower.'

Aw studdies awhile, then says aw, 'Are ye Deeth,

Come here for to wise oot a poor fellow's breeth?'

He says, 'No, aw'm the Pope, cum to try if aw can

Save a vile wretch like ye, fra the nasty Bad Man.'

He said, yen St. Peter gov him them great keys

To let into Hiven wheiver he'd please;

An' if aw'd turn Papish, and giv him a Note,

He'd send me to Hiven, without ony doot.

Then a yel heep o' stuff he talk'd aboot sin,

An' sed he'd forgi' me whativer aw'd deun;

An' if that aw'd murther'd byeth fayther and muther,

For a five shillin peece, wey, aw might kill me bruther.

Says aw, 'Mister Pope, gi's ne mair o' yur tauk,

But oot o' wor huddock aw's beg ye to wauk;

An' if ye divent get oot before aw count Nine, Byeth ye and yor keys, man, aw'll fling i' the Tyne.'

So aw on tiv me feet wiv a bit iv a skip,

For aw ment for to give him an Orangeman's grip;

But aw waken'd just then in a terrible stew,

An' fand it a dreem as aw've teld ye just now.