Heh Ye Seen Wor Cuddy?

Tune-"The King of the Cannibal Islands."

One neet, when gannin te the toon,
Aw met a wife called awd Bess Broon,
Wiv a raggy shawl an' durty goon,
Sayin' "Heh ye seen wor Cuddy?"
Her fyece was flush'd wi' pashun reed,
Her hair hung lowse aboot her heed;
Half flaid aw was when her aw seed,
Aw thowt it she was mad indeed.
She says, "Noo, Billy, ye mun gan
Wi'me, or else ye are ne man;
For find this beest aw niver can-
Aw've gyen an' lost wor Cuddy!"

Chorus
Fal the dal, the dal, the da,
Fal the dal, the dal, the da,
Fal the dal, the dal, the da,
O, heh ye seen wor Cuddy?

"What culler is yor Cuddy, Bess?
Aboot that beest aw heh ne guess,
Maw heed wwims roond in dizziness,
When aw think aboot yor cuddy!
Is he broon? or is he grey?
When did ye loss him, dye say?
Or, how d'ye knaaw he's cum'd this way?
Thor's uther roads the beest might stray.
What towl-gate did yor Cuddy pass?
Ye knaw doon her thor is ne grass;
It myeks ye luik a stupid lass,
Te cum here te seek yor Cuddy!"

Fal the dal, etc.

"He's ginger heckled, Bill, ye knaw,
An' weers his hair reet roond his jaw,
An' a greet big tuft his chin belaw,
Maw drunken ginger Cuddy!
He's been a trimmer mony a 'eer
An' a reg'lar wt 'un for his beer,
Ya knaw as wel as me it's here,
Cud Broon, the trimmer, Bill, aw feer.
They get thor munny paid th' neet,
Ye knaw yorsel it's owt but reet,
Aw cannot get a bit te eet
For that nasty, drunken Cuddy!"

Fal the dal, etc.

-George Guthrie, Allan's Collection, 1872