DIVVENT BOTHER US SE! TEUN-"Kiss i' the Ring." TE kort me lass aw oftin try, But mischief shines iv her bonny blue eye, She'll cock up her nose as aw pass by, An' she's always pickin her fun oot 0' me, Says she, "Can aw help't, when ye plague us se?" "Sartinly," says aw; says she, "Ye nivor say owt aboot luv te me!" Says she; says aw, "Aw de!" Says she, "Haud yor tung, divvent bother us sel" Says aw, "Whey what can a poor fellow de? N00 whe will ye hev, if ye winnet heh me?" Says she, "Haud yor tung, divvent bother us se!" Says aw, "Aw like ye as wee !as man can, Roond the world frae Newcassell for ye aw wad gan, If aw divvent speak fine its as fine as aw can, An' what else te please ye can ivor aw de?" Says she, "Ye knaw weel that aw gan wi' Jack Broon," "Sartinly," says aw; says she, "He's the canniest, bonniest lad i' the toon, " "Is he tho?" says aw, "not he!" Says she, "Haud yor tung, divvent bother us set Il Says aw, "De ye think that ye'll frighten me? Ye knaw that Jack Broon gans wi' Mary McCree," Says she, "Haud yor tung, divvent bother us se I" Says she, "Did aw not see ye the day, Stoppin an' tawkin te fat Jinny Grey?" Says aw, "For a frind mun aw gan oot the way, She wes axin the time, aw wes luckin te see!" Says she, "Wassent Jinny a sweetheart 0' yors?" "Sartinly," says aw; says she, "Ye'll gan wi' byeth new an' aud sweethearts of courseI" Says she; says aw, "Not me! " Says she, "Haud yor tung, divvent bother us sel" Says aw, "It's strange we se seldum agree, Yor always findin sum faIt wi' me!" Says she, "Haud yor tung, divvent bother us sel" Says aw, "For a minnit just lissen te sense, Aw'll set up a hoose, an' aw'll spare ne expense, But aw'll want a wife, the set up te mense, An' awthink that aw cuddent heh better than yel" Says she, "It's yor turn te pick fun oat 0' me," "Sartinly," says aw; says she, "But if yor in arnist, aw think we'll agree!" "That's reet," says aw; says she, "Ye'll promise ne mair te plague us sel" Says aw, "Yor as daft as a body can be, Aw'll plague ye far maid" says aw; says she, "Huts, lad, haud yor tung, divvent bother us se!" If ye dream ye've seen a ghost, ye may safely calkilate on the contrary. Thor niver wes ony ghosts, or iver will be, te foaks i' thor sober senses. So ye may gan te sleep agyen withoot ony fear, and snore withoot contradicshun. Thor's nebody sees owt 0' the kind but madmen an' heavy drinkers. If ye want te see one, tyek a fit 0' Dileerium Trimmins: it's the best recipe aw can gie ye; an' ye can send thirteen stamps if it toms oot successful. Gratitude's cheap. -Source: Joe Wilson, (author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890
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