LOCKT OOT AN' LOCKT IN!
TEUN- "Says aw, says he."
BILL HADDOCK he got se awful drunk,
His wife she lockt him in,
Says she tiv hor-sel,
"He'll get ne mair yell,
An' for once he mun put in the pin."
Bill Haddock he fell fast asleep,
Before she had left the door,
An' i' dreams he thowt the best thing he cud de,
Wes te hey a jolly gud snore.
Korus.
It's a clivor thing for a wummin te de,
Te lock her gud man in,
An' gan away i' glee an' hey a jolly spree,
An' spend the whole 0' the tin.
When she fund him asleep she went away,
An' she got as drunk as him,
Says she, " Aw've a reet for a fuddle the neet,
So fill us a glass te thebrim!"
An' she thowt hor-sel se varry safe,
A pickpocket close at hand,
Got haudov her key as a bit ova spree,
An' myed her the whole drops stand.
But she fund it wesgettin ower late,
So she thowt it wes best te gan
Tiv her awn gud hyem for the sake of her nyem,
An' lie wiv her awn gud man.
But when she got up te the door,
She fund the key wes gyen,
So she gov a greet knock, nivvor mind what o'clock,
It wes time te be in bed then.
Oot the windowhe popt his greet heed,
Says he, "What de ye want there?"
Says she, "Aw'm here, an' aw've been on the beer,
So cum doon or aw'll pull yor hair!" Says he,
"If ye hevint the key,
Ye can just stop there where ye are,
For aw've got nyen, so ye had better gan hyem
Te yor muther's, an' that's not far."
Says she, "Ye greet unfeelin brute,
De ye mean te keep us here cawd?
If ye'll not let us in aw'll kick up a din,
An' the foaks 'ill declare yor mad!"
Says he, "Will ye not let us oot?
For aw hevint the key inside;
Ye can gan te the divvil, if yor not varry civil,
An' when ye get there, there bide!"
As stupid as she was, there an' then
She went an' borrow'd a key,
An' open'd the door, an' knockt him on the floor,
An' said, "De ye think that 'ill de? "
But he gov her back such a smack
On the nose wiv an aud baccy chow,
An' the story it shows be the smack on her nose,
Drunken couples thor in for a row!
-Source: Joe Wilson, (author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890
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