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Some time since a Pitman was tyen very bad,

So caw'd his wife Mall te the side of his bed;

'Thou mun run for a doctor, the forst can be fund,

For maw belly's a' wrang, an' aw'm varry fast bund.'

'Wey, man, thou's a fuil, aw ken thou's fast boon,

Wi' thy last bindin munny thou bowt this new goon:

Nae doctor can lowse thou one morsel or crum,

For thou's bun te Tyne Main for this ten month te cum.'

'Aw divent mean that—maw belly's sae sair;

Run fast or aw'll dee lang afore ye get there!'

So away Mally ran to their awn doctor's shop;

'Gie me somethin for Tom, for his belly's stopt up.'

A glister she gat—and nae langer she'd wait,

But straight she ran hyem, an' gat out a clean plate:

'Oh Tommy! maw Tom! ony haud up thy heed!

Here's somethin 'ill mend thou, suppose thou was deed.

Thou mun eat up that haggish, but sup the thin forst;

Aw's freeten'd that stopple it will be the worst,'—

'Oh, Mally! thou'll puzzen poor Tom altogether,

If aw drink aw the thin, an' then eat up the blether.'

He manag'd it a' wiv a great deal to do;

'Oh, Mally! oh, Mally! thou's puzzen'd me now!'

But she tuik nae notice of poor Tommy's pain,

But straight she ran off te the doctor's again.

'O doctor! maw hinny! Tom's tyen'd a' thegether,

He supp'd up the thin, then he eat up the blether:

The blether was tuif, it myest stuck in his thropple;

If he haddent bad teeth he wad eaten the stopple.'

'Oh, woman! you have been in too great a hurry,

Stead of mending your husband, you'll have him to bury:

Stead of making him better, you've sure made him warse,

For you've put in his mouth what should gone up his a—e.'