Me Little Wife At Hyem!

Teun-"Newcassel is me Naytive Place."

Be the fire sittin knittin,
Sittin knittin wi' gud will,
As the clock keeps on its tickin,
Thor's the click o' needles still;
An' the hands that work the needles
Myek us fix me eyes at them,
For the pictor ov industry
Is me little wife at hyem.

Is me little wife, etc.

Tho she's little,-she's a model
O' what wimmin owt te be,
An' aw bliss her when aw cuddle
The bit form that clings te me;
For the strength o' wor affeckshun,
Aw cud nivvor find a nyem,
Whe's as kind as she's gud-luckin,
Is me little wife at hyem.

Is me little wife, etc.

Tho we heh wor share o' trubbil,
The bit comfort that we knaw,
Is we cannot hed myed dubbil,
When one's willin te bee'd a',
For when aw try te console her,
Whey, for me she'll de the syem,
An' aw'm thankful for the trissure
I' me little wife at hyem.

Wi' me little wife, etc.

Wor greet luv for one anuther
Myeks us happy when wor sad,
Aw call me wife me "canny lass!"
An' she calls me "her lad!"
Just as if we still war kortin,
Aye'n man, it's like the syem,
The hunnymeun 'ill heh ne end,
Wi' me little wife at hyem!

Wi' me little wife, etc.

-Joe Wilson