BOB JOHNSON'S COAT!

TEUN-H Cruiskeen Lawn,"

BOB JOHNSON bowt a coat,
An' he teuk a pride te show'd,
For he knew that he had work'd for'd like a man;
But the times they turn'd se bad,
He wes forced te pairt wid, lad,
An' what else cud he de wid but gan an' pawn'd?
Ay, an' pawn'd, It's an awful thing te heh yor claes i' pawn!

For not hawf 0' what it cost,
Tiv his seet it seun wes lost,
Tho he hoped te seun hed oot agyen te weer;
But wi' strikes an' slackness tee,
Thor wes little wark te de,
An' when ye heh nowt iv'rything seems dear,
Varry dear!

So he'd nowt else but his aud claesnoo te weer.
Then times got warse then bad,
An' poor Bob grew varry sad,
When he saw his best coat ticketed for sale,
I' the popshop window there,
Just as if it diddent care
Whe got it, an' Bob Johnson turn'd quite pale,
Varry pale,

Cas he cuddent buy his awn coat there for sale!
He'd lost the ticket tee,
An' what cud the poor sowl de ?
An Ackeydavey wad heh been ne use,
For myest ivrything had went,
Just te help te pay the rent,
An' a shillin wad bowt all iv Johnson's hoose,
What a hoose,

So the ticket te poor Bob wes little use.
Bob tell'd us just last week,
For an oor he cuddent speak,
When he saw his best coat on a fellow'S back,
A greet fop had gyen an' bowt Johnson's coat for next te nowt,
It myed Bob wish te give his jaws a crack,
Wiv a smack,
Te see his best coat on anuther's back!
It's a fact,
The reet place for yor claes is yor awn back!

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