Run Efter Him, Maw Bonny Bairn

Air-"Three hevin Nowt te de."

Ruyn efter him, maw bonny bairn,
An' bring him back te me,
He's been byeth a gud-man te me,
An' bad as he cud be,
But ivrybody hes thor falts,
An he mun heh the syem,
It wassent reet te cawse such rows,
In such a canny hyem.

Korus
Run efter him, maw bonny bairn,
He's mevvies on the spree,
But try yor best te coax him hyem,
An' bring him back te me!

Aw thowt when he myed such a wage,
He might heh been content,
Te save up for a rainy day,
But all wes quickly spent;
Then he wad de nowt else but tick,
Till they wad tick ne mair,
An' noo when he's got wark agyen,
The hoose is just as bare.

Such wark as this myeks us fall oot,
Altho when he behaves,
It myeks us byeth se happy like,
An' a' such trubble saves;
Run efter him, an' bring him back,
For when he's kind te me,
The words we've had aw clean forget,
Then happy byeth are we.

-Joe Wilson