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