Subject: Sunderland Jammy's Lamentation
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 07 May 00 - 09:03 AM
Sunderland Jammy's Lamentation,
December, 1831 My sankeres! we're all in a fine hobble now,
Since the Cholera com tiv our river;
An wadn't hae car'd if 'twas ought that one knew,
But the outlandish nyem myeks one shiver:
Our doctors are all in a deuce of a way,
and some says they've Clannied to wrang us;
But I think we may all curse the Dawn o' that day,
That the bloek-headed Board com amang us. Some says that Sir cuddy deserves all the bleym,
for lettin the ships up the watter--
That brought ower the Cholera frev its awn hyem,
And some says that myed little matter;
But as a woman's the root of al evil, ye see,
(At least all my live aw heve thought it)
Aw rather believe, as it's been tell'd to me,
That it was one Mall Airey (Malaria) that brought it. This Chol'ra's the queerest thing e'er had a nyem,
If one may believe what they're talking;
It sometimes gets haud o' folks when they're at hyme,
And sometimes when they're out a walking:
Wey, my neybour of eighty that deed t'other day,
Folks thought that 'twas nature that fail'd him;
But a doctor chep happ'ning to come by that way,
Swore down thumb 'twas the Chol'ra that ail'd him. Thur doctor cheps prent all the less that they've tell'd;
Ony nonsense--they never will mis't;
My cheek wi' the tuith-wark hez getten all swell'd,
And aw's warn't they'll haed down i' their list;
Aw never was chol-ric but quiet, aw's sure,
Tho' wi' fear aw's grown sweaty and clammy;
So smoke this wi'brumston to myek all secure,
Aw's your servant, A Sunbderland Jammy -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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