Charley's Run Away.

TEUN - "Little Dick."

WOR Charley's run away frae hyem,
They say he's gyen te sea;
Aw's sure we've a' been kind te him,
As kind as we cud be;
Then oh, whativor myed him d't,
What myed him gan away?
He little knaws the grief he's caws'd
Throo what he's deun the day.

He often said he'd leeve the toon,
But hoo cud we beleeve
He'd myek the hoose se wretched like,
An' cawse us a' te greeve?
Aw's sure he's nivor gien a thowt
Tiv us poor foaks at hyem,
His muther's nearly oot her heed,
His fethur's just the syem.

He's only just sixteen eers awd,
Se wild and thowtless tee,
He's been weel offan' diddent knaw'd,
What will he be at sea?
He'll miss the cumforts ov his hyem,
The cumforts thrawn away;
An' then find plenty time te rue
His heedstrang wark the day.

His muther, poor sowl, hoo she frets,
Aw's frighten'd she'll gan mad,
She lucks as if her heart wad brick
Aboot the wilful lad;
His fethur's sowt a' roond the toon,
An' miles beyond in vain,
But Charley cannet hear thor moans,
He cannet tell thor pain.



-Source: Joe Wilson,(author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890.