GEORDEY'S FOND 0' RUM! TEUN·-"Mally Dunn." "WOR Geordey wes a canny man, A canny man te me; Me life weslike a happy dream," In grief, says Nan McGee. "Aw blist the day that we got wed, Such happiness had cum; But now aw cannet praised ne mair For Geordey's fond 0' rum ! Korus "Them happy days is passed away, Aw doot they'll ne mar cum; Aw hope they may; but hoo can they, When Geordey's fond 0' rum? "His gud lucks won me willin heart, His smile wes honey's sel ; But oh, his tung had mair effect Then awheh wordste tell But noo his bonny fyece is changed, Its culler's noo becum A dirty, half-weshed kind 0' reed, Throo drinkin se much rum ! "Insteed 0' talkin kind te me, Whenivor he cums in, He staggers tiv his aud airrn-chair, Then argyin he'l! begin. He thinks the room chock full 0' foaks, Aw stand quite mute an' dumb; He calls for' Order!' talks away, Then shoots for sum mair rum! "Aw've seen him fightin wi' the chair Becawse it waddent speak; He'd say aw knew ne greet M.P.'s, Me knollidge wes se weak. Politicks aw knew nowt aboot, As chairman aw wes numb; He teuk us for sum chep he knew, Throo gettin se much rum. "He'll jump oat ov his bed at neets, An' sweer he sees a ghost; An' mony a time he'll lector Te the [ower-pole bed-post. Next mornin, when he wakens up, Doon stairs he'll wretched cum, Sayin, 'Nan, aw've been a feullast neet, Throo gettin se much rum !' "He'll haud his heed as if 'twad burst, Aw myek him a sup tea, An' try te cheer him wi' me words; But still it winnet de. For oh, aw luv me husband weel, An' hope the day 'ill cum, When we'll be happy as before He ivor tyested rum! " The above can also be used as a Recitation. -Source: Joe Wilson, (author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890
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