The Horrors!
Teun: "Erin go Bragh."

Oh, hinny! wor Geordey's been bad wi' the horrors,
What pain he mun suffer-aw thowt he wad choke.
The docter said it wes "Dileerium Trimmins,"
But really aw thowt he wes seized wiv a stroke.
We put him te bed, but he lay there an' shiver'd,
Thos wet on his broo stud like se mony peas;
As cawd as a corpse tho hapt up I' warm blankets,
We hardly cud tell what te de for his ease.

His eyes hoo they glared;- like a madman he started,
An' screamed, quite unorthly, that sumthing he saw;
Then cried like a bairn, "If we only wad save him
Frae sumthing before him, he'd seun let us knaw
For days he'd been haunted, for days he'd been frighten'd,
Wi' sum fearful monster, se near te Deeth's brink!"
Aw shuddre'd te witness the scene ov his madness,
A victim te nowt but the Demon o' Drink!

He retched an' he threw i' the high ov his anauish,
The blud left his cheek, an' he lay there i' pain;
His moans rung the hearts ov his bruthers that held him,
An' what he's gyen throo, whey, aw cannet explain.
But, oh, lads, if tis is the sequil o' plissure,
Gie ne such injoymint, maw hinny, te me;
If the penalty's either the grave or the 'sylum,
Aw cannet imagine where plissure can be.

-Joe Wilson