THE MEUN·LEET FLIT !

TEUN-"Ten Thousand Miles Away."

THE neet wes dark, but the cairt wes there,
An' we'd got a frind te drive,
An' we teuk a bottle 0' whiskey wis,
Te keep us all alive,
Te keep us all alive, me lads,
For the times had been se bad,
We'd got ne rent for the lanlord then,
So a meun-leet flit we had.

Korus.

Iv a' the scenes aw knaw,
A meun-Ieet flit beats a',
It myeks ye wundor where ye are,
An' where yor gan te be;
That neet aw'll nivor forget,
When we had the meun-leet flit,
For away on the sly,
Withoot sayin gud-bye,
Wes the best thing we cud de.

The wife had gyen an' packt the things
An' oor or two before,
The bed wesat the windowlang
Afore we reach'd the door;
But when we reach'd the door, me lads,
It seun com tumlin doon,
An' the tyeble wiv a broken leg
Wes next hoy'd oot the room.

The three-legg'd steul fell on Bill's heed,
"Haud on there, mate," he roar'd;
"Shut up, ye feu]," says aw, "be still,"
When doon aw went quite floor'd,
When doon aw went quite floor'd, me lad,
Wi' the bed-pawls on me nose;
"Cum show the leet;" says Jack,
"A' reet," Wi' the poker on his toes.

The crock'ry-ware wes handed next,
Says Bill, "Aw's awful dry
"The clock com tumlin on his fyece,
An' nearly blackt his eye,
An' nearly blackt his eye, me lads,
Its awn fyece strikin his,Says Jack,
"Let's gawn, the cairt's chock-full,
We've mair then wor awn wis!"

We pass'd a street or two quite safe,
An' then the horse wad stop;
The bed-powls, an' the draw'rs as weel,
Com rowlin frae the top,
Com rowlin frae the top, me lads,
An' hoo we a' got hyem
Aw divvent knaw, or dorsint think,
But what a spree we'd then.

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