The Landlord's Dowter

TEUN-" Matilda Baker."

Aw's one 0' the luckiest lads that's oat,
At least that's what they tell us,
An' before aw's deun, thor's nyen 'ill doot
The fortin that's befell us;
Aw's efter, aw think, the finest lass
That ivor was created,
Her fethur,-he keeps a pubilic hoose,
Se nobly she's related.

Korus

This fine-luckin lass for a queen might pass,
An' a queen aw've often thowt her,
An' aw's the lad if ye want te knaw'd,
That's en for the landlord's dowter.

Whenivor she gets an order for two
For consorts or theatre,
She sends for me an' away we gan,
Man, she's a real forst-rater;
Tho aw knaw she drinks upon the sly,
Aw waddint say owt tiv her,
For the time might cum, an' aw hope it will,
When aw can tipple wiv her.

Aw've seen when aw've laid a sixpence doon,
Aw've got change for a shillin,
An' if ivor she thinks aw's onyway dry,
Te quench me thirst she's willin;
An' aw've seen when aw've order'd half 0' rum,
She's gien us half 0' brandy,
An' aw's sartin the lass that behaves se weel
'Ill myek a wife that's handy.

Her fethur he thinks aw's up te the mark,
An' she thinks thor's nyen truer,
An' the aud man says aw'll be lanlord there
As seun as he turns brewer;
At a pawnshop, cheap, the tuther day,
The weddin ring aw bowt her;
So lads, luck oot for an open hoose,
When aw marry the lanlord's dowter.

Source: Joe Wilson,(author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890.