Gee, this thing won't OCR and it's a bear to transcribe.
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LASS ON THE QUAY
(Written and sung by James Weams)

Aw fell in love wiv a nice young lass,
They cae'd hOr Sally Gee;
She axd me of aw'd stand a gill,
One neet upon the Quay—
She said she'd seen maw fyce before,
But cuddint tell us where;
Aw axed hor where abouts she lived,
She whispord, Carliol Square.

CHORUS
Nivvor mind, aw knaw she's kind,
Aw wish that we nivvor had parted;
She's a cast iv hor eye that myed hor look shy,
Aw knaw'd the lass was good hearted,
She had a hop and a kick, she walk'd wiv a stick
What did that mattor to me;
Aw was fond o' the lass, that nyen cud surpass;
The lass aw met doon on the Quay.

Noo ivvory neet aw used ti meet
Sally on the Quay,
Aw tell'd hor aw wad marry hor,
If she'd ony stick ti me;
Hoo oft she used ti wash horsel
Aw really divvent knaw,
Hor fyece was like a corran kyek,
And as black as ony craw.

Thro hor aw got upon the spree,
Aw went heedlang ti the bad,
Aw pawned me coat, watch and chain,
And ivvory thing aw had;
But judge o' maw surprise one neet,
They kick'd me ti the door,
Wivvoot a coat or waistcoat on
Aw got shoved inti store.

PATTOR
The next mornin the Magistrate said, "Young man, where's your clothes?" Aw says, thor at me uncles!
He says, 'Go home to your mother, young man," so aw did. As aw walked hyem, aw cuddint help singing.—CHORUS