THE SAILOR AN' THE BOBBY

TEUN-"Peg's Trip te Tynemouth."

CUM lissen, a' me merry men,
Te what ye'll just hear noo an' then,
It licks nine cases oot o' ten,
This one aboot the Bobby, O.
He knew a widow smart an' neat,
That had a beer-hoose 'lang the street;
So ivry neet when on his beat,
A frindly call myed Bobby, O.

He thowt sum day he'd lanlord be,
An' actwilly he myed se free,
Efter closin time he'd hey a spree,
An' thowt he did it nab by, 0;
For spungin he thowt he wes reet,
An' liked it better then his beat,
He thowt if he proposed one neet,
She'd not refuse her Bobby, O.

But lang had she a sweetheart had,
A jolly Jack tar wes her lad,
He thowt it waddent be se bad
Te spoil the Bobby's hobby, 0;
So one neet iv his sailor's claes,
He goh the Bobby ivry praise
An' mair drink than he'd had for days,
It stupefied poor Bobby, O.

When Bob got drunk Jack got him doon,
Then changed thor claes se varry seun,
He bravely marched reet roond the toon
Wiv his prisoner, Bobby, 0!
He laid him at the Stayshun door,
Where Bobby seun begun te snore,
It myed anuther Bobby roar
"Here's a drunken sailor, nobby, 0!

He teuk him up,-then teuk him in,
Where Bobby pleaded for his sin,
The time the sailor went te win
The widow, Bobby's hobby, 0;
The sailor's case wes fairly wun,
The widow quite injoyed the fun,
But Bobby noo wes quite undeun,
He wes ne mair a Bobby, O!

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