I'M ALWAYS DRY !


TEUN- "Trab, Trab,"

Aw cud welcum ivry mornin
Wiv a heart byeth leet an' gay,
An' the sun agyen returnin
Te myek bright anuther day;
But aw de nowt else but sigh,
For aw feel se awful dry!
Dry, dry, dry, dry,
Aw'm always dry:
Whativer can aw try?

Yis; the mornin' may be plissint,
An' the birds may sweetly sing;
But thor's not a charm, thor issent,
That can joy te maw heart bring.
When aw luck up te the sky,
Te feel better hoo aw try;

But dry, dry, dry,
Aw'malways dry:
Whativer can aw try?

Can aw not find resolution
Te dispel this dreadful thirst?
An' te save me constitution
Is thor nowt te be enforced?
Is thor nowt that aw can try?
Can sum gud frind not reply?

For dry, dry, dry,
Aw'm always dry
Whativer can aw try?

Thor's a voice heard throo the nation,
An' it whispers, "Stop, gud frind !
If ye keep frae dissipation,
What a greet relief ye'll find.
An' ye'll bliss us by-an'-by,
If ye'll only just comply.

Then try, try, try:
Ye'Il not be dry,
If Temperance ye'Il try!"

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