MEGGIE LEE!

TEUN-"Trust to Luck."

MEGGIE LEE, Meggie Lee,
Yor as mean as can be,
Tho yor kind te yor-sel,
Yor ne gud wife te me.
Aw nivvor imagined
Ye'd turn oot a springe,
Such a miserly body,
A rnis'rable whinge.
Aw've had coffee for brickfist,
Me dinner, an' tea;
An' the hard-hearted crust's
Gien the teuth-ake te me.
Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
Will me wages not sarve
Ye te leeve weel yor-sel,
Withoot myekin me starve?
Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
Yor as mean as can be,
Tho yor kind te yor-sel,
Yor ne gud wife te me.

Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
Heh ye myed it a rule
For me aud pocket-hanksher
Te sarve for a tool?
Then me shart's nivvor wesh'd,
An' me stockins all holes,
An' the sheets on the bed's
Just as black as sma' coals,
Ye once blackt me beuts
But ye nivvor mair need,
For ye polished them byeth
An' the grate wi' black-leed,
Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
Then me baccy's ne joke,
If a happorth aw chow,
It sarves twice for a smoke.
Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
Yor as mean as can be,
Tho yor kind te yor-sel,
Yor ne gud wife te me.

Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
De ye mind 0' the day,
When, wearied wi' wark,
Aw se soond asleep lay?
An' the time aw wes sleepin,
Ye greesed a' me mooth,
Till quite famished aw waken'd
Wi' hunger an' drooth:
Awaxt for me dinner,
An' ye said, "Ye greet loon!
Whey, yor gob proves ye had it
Afore ye lay doon!"
Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
Gies ne mair 0' yor brags,
For ye knaw that the bairn's
Half-starved an i' rags.
Meggie Lee, Meggie Lee,
Yor as mean as can be,
Tho' yor kind te yor-sel,
Yor ne gud wife te me.

-Source: Joe Wilson, (author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890