Subject: Aw wish Yor Fethur Wes Here
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Date: 26 Mar 02 - 08:08 PM
Aw Wish Yor Fethur Wes Here Tune: The Sewin Masheen Aud Mary stud upon the floor,
An awful seet te see,
A storm o' rage wes on her broo,
aye, pale wi' rage wes she;
Her dowtor, a bonny bit lass,
The pride o' the hoose, wes there
An' her son, a lad o' twenty-two,
The cawse ov all her care Chorus: An' the muther she cried i' pain,
Aw wish yor fethur wes here!
When the words ov a muther hes ne effect,
Aw wish yor fethur wes here! Are ye me son? the muther cries,
Are yye me canny lad?
Are ye the forst-born family pet
That myed wor hearts se glad?
Aw's sure yor nowt like the syem,
For the fearful life ye lead's
Eneuff te brick yor muther's heart,
Eneuff te torn her heed! Last neet what kept ye oot see lang?
Bad cumpiny, aw's sure,
Ye nivor browt yor wages hyem,
Ye knaw wor only poor;
Ye wor mortal drunk when ye com,
An' yor claes iv a dorty mess,
Oh, that muthers shud reer thor bairns
Te bring them such distress! The neybors say ye play at cairds
Alang wi' fightin Jim,
What is he, that myeks ye desart
Yor canny hyem for him?
Ye think'cas yor fethur's at wark
I(' the factry ivry neet,
Ye'll impose on me, ye heartless lad,
Ye knaw it's owt but reet! The muther te the dowtor turns--
Meg, de ye not think shem?
Last neet the clock elivvin chimed
Afore ye thowt o' hyem;
Te sum paltry dancin ye'd gyen,
The fire burnt low i' the grate,
An' yor muther cried as she walk'd the floor,
When her dowtor stopt se late! Hes neethor o' ye hearts at a',
Can neethor feel for me?
Neet eftor neet it's just the syem,
What can a wummin de?
As seun as yor fethur cums hyem,
Aw'll tell him yor bad coreer,
When ye dinnet mind yor muther's words,
It's time yor fethur wes here! -Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries
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