Subject: Bonny Sally Wheatley
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Date: 26 Mar 02 - 08:04 PM
Bonny Sally Wheatley
Tuen: The Happy Land of Air-in. Noo aw's byeth deprest an' sad,
Tho aw once wes blithe an' glad,
an' cud trip aboot the toon byeth trim an' neatly;
Aw wes happy neet an' morn,
But iv aw sic joys aw's shorn
Since aw fell se deep i' luv wi' Sally Wheatley. Chorus:
O dear me, aw dinnet knaw what te de,
For Sally's teun me heart away completely,
An' aw'll nivor get it back,
For she gans wi' Mistor Black,
An' they say he's gan te marry Sally Wheatley. Aw nivor saw sic a lass,
Tho aw knaw she lik't her glass,
An' cud toss a pot o' whisky ower sweetly,
But it's reet te tyek yor drop
If ye just knaw when te stop--
That wes just the varry way wi' Sally Wheatley. Hoo aw felt aw dinnet knaw,
The first time aw Sally saw,
Iv a threesum reel she hopt aboot se leetly;
An' aw might hev had a chance,
If aw'd askt her up te dance,
But aw wes over shy te speak to Sally Wheatley. So, as often is the case,
Ye'll find uthers i' yor place
If ye dinnet shuv aheed-an' fettle reetly,
For aw'd scarcely turn'd me back
When aw ther saw Mistor Black,
He was jiggin roond the room wi' Sally Wheatley. An' he mun hev myed it reet
When he set her hyem that neet-
Efter wark, drest up, he gans te see her neetly;
Thor's greet danger i' delay,
Or aw'd not been sad the day;
If aw had a heart aw'd brickt for Sally Wheatley.
-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries
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