THE UNSARTIN LASS !

TEUN-"He's gyen te be a Bobby."

Aw'M really quite unsartin
0' which luver aw shud choose,
For aw cannet nyem me choice yit,
An' aw dorsent one refuse;
But wi' sum evasive answer
Put them off frae day te day,
For aw cannet tell me fancy,
Thor's se mony in me way.

Korus

For thor's Tommy, an' thor's Billy,
Nearly drive a young lass silly,
They really cum se freely
Wi' thor offers iv'ry day;
An' thor's Charley, Joe, an' Harry,
Always wantin me te marry,
What myeks us tarry,
l' this daft unsartin way?

Thor's Tommy, tall an' sprightly,
An' as handsome as can be,
A myest weel-te-de pawnbroker,
An' he's pledged his luv te me;
Then thor's Billy,-that's the sailor,
He wants me te be his mate,
He wad plough the salt sea ocean,
Te be in the United State.

Then thor's Charley, he's a sowljor,
But aw cannet list te him,
Thowts 0' war an' his bright medals
l' me eyes grow varry dim;
An' thor's Joe, the portrait-tyeker,
Built in such a slender frame,
Aw'll give te him a negative,
Hopin that may quench his flame.

Then sumtimes aw fancy Harry,
Roo it is aw cannet tell :
He's a draper,-quite the dandy,
But aw divvent like a swell;
What wi' one, an' wi' the tuther,
Aw can nivvor find delight,
Till aw meet sum happy fellow,
Wi' the nyem 0' Mister Right !

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