The Fitter Sweep!
A Fact

Teun-"Benny 'ill not gan te Scheul,"

Aw'll sing ye a sang aboot Peter Broon,
A through-bred sweep i' this varry toon;
He got engaged te clean a forst-rate flue,
An' fell i' luv wi' the sarvint lass,-it's true!

Korus.
Oh, but, lads, when yor courting, deceit 'ill nivvor de;
She believed him as Peter believed her;
When yor married, ye'll see hoo yor happiness 'ill flee,
As' yor wife 'ill not forget hoo ye deceived her.

He teuk greet big oaths, which he swor he'd keep,
But Sarah said she waddent wed a sweep;
"But aw'm a fitter in disguise!" he says,-
An' te pass for one, he bowt sum fustin claes.

He went te labour, an' appeared quite flash;
Wi' square an' calipers he cut a dash;
An' she believed that a' he said wes true,
Till they got married, an' then she myed him rue.

On Seturday, Sarah wes iv a rage,
Says she-"Is sixteen bob yor only wage?"
Here he confessed his trade a sweep te be,
Noo day an' neet she keeps him in misery.

-Joe Wilson