RALPH ROSEWOOD TUNE:- "Moll in the Wad." One day when dress'd in my new clothes, Says feyther to mother how our Ralph grows, I wonder if he never thought in his life Ot he'd be some day wantin o wife; He's in his prime, Un nearly time, Ot he should bein o' lookin out; Why feyther I said, I got in my yead, O lass 'ot I'm always thinkin about.
Spoken - But what's th' use fey'her o think obout her, for I'm so bash faced un shoamful, ot I could never say any thin to her; I couldn't tell what for t' say! Well, I'll tell thee then what tha mun say! What feyther? Why say - Lumpty tumpty, &c. I thought o nothin all that day, But how with this lass I'd make my way; When I went to bed I felt noan reet, For I dreomt obout her all that neet, Next morn I rose, Donn'd on my close, Un geet to Dolly's by break o day; She just coom out, Turn'd me obout; Un said what has brought thee so soon this way. Spoken - Well, I said, if I mun tell th' real truth, my feyther un mother booath sen ot it's time I had somebody, un I can think o nobody but thee, I'd rather ha' thee than any thin in this world, except pie un my mother; un if tha winnot ha' me it will be all - Lumpty tumpty, &c. Says Dolly "why lad, I hardly know, Tha always looks so shy and slow." O Dolly, if we should but agree, You'll see how sherp and bright I'll be; Beside I got, O goods o lot; Un when feyther dees some more Ise t' have, Wi' o pound or two, To help us get through; Then laws how merry we shall but live. Spoken - There's o good deol o househowd goods ot I know will faw to my lot; there's o wheelbarrow, but t' tringle's broken, bellows 'bout pipe, chair 'bout back, table wi' no top, un o fryin pan wi' two holes ith' middle for t' let t' blaze through when you're fryin any thin, un mony other things; amongst the rest there's - Lumpty tumpty, &c. While we wur talking these things o'er, Her feyther un mother just coom to th' door; They'd yeard all that had yet gone on, Un said in earnest I'd begun; When Dolly so shy, Cast down her eye, Un made o shuffle ut runnin oway; But they said stop, Come face it up, Un tell th' lad what tha's getten to say. Spoken - Why you know very well I con say nothin obout it, I dunnot know what he's com'd here for. Hey, Dolly! I said, what's use o sayin that, when tha knows weel enough that I want to be made into thy lawful husband, un that tha mun gi' me thy consent, wi' o buss ot same time; and after o little bit o blushin un such like, she coom un gan me o buss ot set me singing - Lumpty tumpty, &c.
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