LET'S HEV A ROW, BUT DINNET SULK!

A RECITASHUN

"LET's hey a row, but dinnet sulk,
We'd better fight it oat,"
Says Charley Batey tiv his wife,
One day when put aboot;
"Aw'd seuner hey a row just noo,
Then hear ye sigh a' day,
Ye'l! myek us that aw'll leave the hoose,
De ye knaw that it's the pay? "

Let's hey a row, but dinnet sulk,
We hardly spoke last week;
De ye think that aw can leeve wi' ye,
If ye refuse to speak?
What gud can't de yor sulkin se?
We'd better settled noo,
Ye'll myek us de sumthing that's rang,
An' then find time te rue!

"Let's hev a row; but dinnet sulk,
Ye say aw spent the brass
Aw myed last week for owertime,
That vexes ye, me lass;
An' if aw·did-it's reet aw shud,
Ye knaw aw wanted claes,
Aw diddent thraw'd away on drink,
Or any such like ways.

"Let's hey a row, but dinnet sulk,
That froon wes nivvor seen
Upon yor broo, when lad an' lass,
We byeth had turn'd iteteen;
Ye'll not speak yit,-ye'll myek us flee
Te drink, or sumthing bad,
Are ye gan daft ?-ye winnet speak,
Or is't me that's gawn mad?

"Aw've bowt sum claes, maw canny wife,
An' still yor iv a rage;
Aw'd better tyek me owertime,
Then meddle wi' me wage,
An' still ye sit an' groan as tho
Aw'd teun yor best heart's blud,
But Time wi' ye's myed weary wark
Yor temper's not se gud!

"Let's hey a row, but dinner sulk,
Aw'd like te hear a word
Frae them reed lips, that once aw thowt
Wad nivvor breed discord;
Aw'd rethur hear ye call us owt,
An' vex us till aw's sair,
Then see yor aggravatin fyece,
Sit sulkin i' that chair!

"Yor smilin noo, that bonny broo
Lucks brighter then it was,
Cum te me airms, maw cumley pet,
An' let's heh ne mair cause
Te myek us use reproachful words,
Let's lead a happy life,
An' nivvor let yor husbind think
He's got a sulky wife!"

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