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Posted By: *#1 PEASANT*
23-Apr-06 - 09:25 AM
Thread Name: Songs/Poems of Joe Wilson
Subject: Lyr Add: Maw Bonny Strite-hair'd Lad!-Joe Wilson
Maw Bonny Strite-Hair'd Lad!
Teun- "Peggy Bawn."
On Newcassel Jail's dark gloomy walls
Sally Turnbull sadly gazed,
Sigh efter sigh broke throo her lips,
An then her voice she raised:-
"Maw bonny son!-oh, my bonny bairn
Tho he's got six munse i' quad,
He's still me awn, he''s me pet, me Bill,
He's me bonny strite-hair'd lad!
"Twes just last Seturday efterneun
'Poor Bill went oot for a wark,
Te the Market, for he likes that place,
But he nivvor mair com back,
For a paltry rabbit teuk his eye,
An' his appetite's not bad,
So he teuk't, tho mind ye, just on tick,
Tid me bonny strite-hair'd lad!
"But the warst on't he had nivvor axt
The man's permisshun te did,
An' a big fat Bobby i' private claes,
Thowt wor Bill had ne reet wid;
So he teuk him te the stayshun hoose,
An' it's nearly drove us mad,
A better-like lad nivvor suffer'd i' quad
Then me bonny strite-haired lad!
"Aw's sure he wad paid for'd there an' then,
If he'd had the money, poor lad,
He always wes fond ov a rabbit-pie,
An' black puddins in't myed him glad;
In fact, he liked rabbits at ony time,
An' at Koorsins, - forst i' the squad,
A fine bred bul-an-tarrier bitch
Wes the pride o' me strite-hair'd lad!
"Not Guilty! he said i' the kort as plain
As ivvor a body cud said,
An' still they waddent believe his words,--
But Billy they cannot degrade
P the eyes of his muther, fond an' true,
Tho thor's nyen i' the world se bad,
He'll still find a place i'; the por aud heart,
That greets for her strite-hair'd lad1"
-Joe Wilson