ON THE BEER!

TEUN- "Terence's Farewell."

JACK BARKLEY'S thick-heeded an' lazy,
He lounges aboot like a feul ;
Unshaven an' dorty, he'll deave ye
As seun as he iver gets full.
He'll sing an' he'Il shoot like a madman,
His fav'rit's wee! knawn, "Cheer, Boys, Cheer!"
An' he'll blair wiv a fyece sentimental;
He's noisy, not lively, wi' beer.

Wild Bob gans aboot foaks insultin,
Ye'd think at the world he'd a spite;
He'll dunch agyen foaks that he passes,
An' try an' provoke them te fight.
He likes te fall oot wi' the pollis,
His eyes frae the black's seldum clear;
In fact, he's a black altegither,
Nivvor safe when he gans on the beer.

Lang Polly gans daft when she's drinkin,
Neglectin her gud-man an' bairns;
She'll sit dayan' neet when she tipples
Alang wiv her neybor, Doll Cairns.
DoIl laffs at owt-screams like a nidiot,
Poll cries wiv a crokidile's tear;
Thor a nice-luckin sample 0' wimmen
These two, when they get on the beer!

Ruff Bill thinks but nowt aboot smashin
Whativer may cum iv his way;
He threw a glass plate at his wife, an'
It struck thor poor bairn as it lay.
They've tyekin Bill off te the station;
He threatens that, when he gets clear,
He'll myek his poor wife sairly suffer;
He's a miscreant maddened wi' beer.

They may sing silly sangs iv its praises,
An' butter the Scotch an' the Mild;
But where is its qualities precious?
It myeks men unsettled an' wild.
Thor a' better, far better, withoot it,
Throo the world they can steadily steer,
With a heed byeth cool, firm, an' collected,
Withoot thor brains muddled wi' beer.
The above can also be used as a Recitation.


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