The Pitman's Skellyscope

Oh! Tommy, lad, howay! aw's myek thou full o' play;
Aw'm sartin that thou'll byeth skip and lowpy- O:
Aw've sic a bonny think, an' its myed o' glass an tin,
An' they say its nyem's a bonny Gleediscowpy-O

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A' gawn alang the Close, a bit laddy cock'd his nose,
An' was keekin throud' aside the Jabel Growpey-O
Aw fand that he wad sell'd; sae, odsmash! am'm proud te tell'd!
For twee shillin' bowt his bonny Gleediscowpey-O

Wey, then aw ran off hyem--Nan thowt myekin gyem
Said, my Deavy for a new aw'd had a cowpey-O;
But she gurn'd, aye, like a sweeper, when aw held tiv her peepeer,
See'd church-windowrs through my bonny gleediscowpey-O

Then the bairns they ran like sheep, a' strove to her peep,
Frae the audest lass, aye doon to the dowpey-O;
There Dick dang ower Cud, myed his nose gush out blood,
As he ran to see the bonny Gleediscowpey-O

There was dwiney little Peg, not sae nimmel i' the leg,
Ower the three-footed stuil gat sic acowpey-O
And Sandy wiv his beak, myed a lump i' mother's cheek
Climbin up to see the bonny Gleediscowpey-O:

Wey, Lukey, man! says she, stead o' shuggar, flesh an' tea,
Thou's fetch'd us hyem thy bonny Gleediscowpy-O
She struck me wi' surprise while she skelly'd wiv her eye
And aw spak as if aw'd gettin a bit rowpey-O
So, neighbours, tyek a hint, if ye peep ower lang yer squint,
For aw thiknk they're reely nyem'd a Gleediscowpey-O

-Wm. Midford In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.