Geordey At the Races
Teun-"Moor Edge Nell."

One morn last June we teuk the train
Te the toon, -a mate an' me
Set off, drest up i' wor Sunday's claes,
The races there te see;
An' what we saw upon the moor,
Aw's gan te tell te ye,
An' hoo we spent the day when at the races.

Korus

Then haud yor jaw, an' aw'll let ye knaw,
The jolliest scenes that there aw saw;
Thor wes bonny young lasses, an' canny lads tee,
An' wereivor aw is aw like them te be!

We thowt we'd walk up te the korse,
So join'd amang the crood;
But oh, me corns wes sair abused,
That changed me happy mood,
Till on the moor,-byeth quite content
Beside the ring we stud,
Detarmin'd for enjoyment at the races.

Aw bet a croon wi' one greet swell,
An' a ticket he goh me;
"Just bring that back if yor horse shud win,
An' they aw'll pay," says he,
But what aw backt, whey, neivor wun,--
Aw fund it waddint de,
Te keep on buyin tickets at the races!

Then aw saw a chep sit on the grund,
An' work three cairds aboot,
An' offer te bet punds on punds
On one ye'd not find oot,-
Thinks aw, me man, ye'll not catch me
Wiv a' yor frinds aboot,-
A luck at ye'll sarve us at the races.

Then anuther chep sell'd purses, an'
Stud high upon a steul,
An' med the foaks think ivry puirse
Wi' silver wes chock full;
Thinks aw, man, ye talk over weel,
It's not ye that's the feul,
If onybody's a deun for at the races.

Then i' the tents we had wor pints,
An' smoked wor baccy tee,
An' pass'd the jokes wi' lad an' lass,
As joly cheps shud de,
For what's the gud o' gawn away,
Withoot ye hev a spree?
An' espeshley if ye gan tiv ony races.

-Joe Wilson