Subject: When Good Luck Shows its Fyece
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*#1 PEASANT*
Date: 26 Mar 02 - 07:58 PM
When Gud Luck Shows its Fyece
Tune: Me Claes is me awn. When gud luck shows its fyece, we find plenty frinds,
At least such we suppose them to be,
An' thor proffers o' kindness we welcum wi'joy,
Aye, the kindness se gladnin te se;
But when bad luck appears, thor smiles turn te froons,
Or at least they turn fearfully shy,
an' the ones that ye thowt luv'd ye best i' the world,
Turn thor heeds i' the strreet pass by. Thor's mony a man that's tried te de gud
Wi' the riches prosperity browt,
When hard up he-sel fund his frinds few an' scairce,
An' the lesson he'd lairnt dearly bowt,
Like the man iv a race that gets the last place
Even if he's wun hundreds afore,
He's oft showfully pass'd be the ones that shud cheer
An' wi cumfort his mind's peace restore. Thor's mony a man that's been famed for his skill,
But for which he's been shappily paid,
An' assistance refused when he most stood i' need,
Be the ones that throo him fortuns myed,
Till grim deeth laid him law i' sum oot the way grave,
The the ones that shud help't him afore,
Raise a moniment grand that 'ill cost twice as much
As i' lif wad kept want frev his door. When advorsity shows its dark fyece tiv a frind,
Dinnet slight him te myek his case warse,
Ye knaw not hoo seun things may turn wi' yor-sel,
Or hoo seun ye may find a revarse;
It's a cumfort te him when the frinds that he's had
When weel off, still think on him wi' pride,
I' the hard time o' need byeth te help an' console
True hearted, they cling biv his side. -Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries
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