Recknin' For the Pay

                      Teun- "Joe an' Mary Ann."

                      "Oh, the morrow's the pay," says Jacob Young,
                      "An' aw've thorty bob te draw,
                      But hoo much o' that belangs te me-sel,
                      When aw's sure aw hardly knaw.

                      Korus.

                      But aw's glad that it's the pay,
                      Aw's glad that it's the pay.
                      For whativor aw may de,
                      Whey aw's sure te hev a spree,
                      Aw always myek't that way.

                      Forst-thor's twelve shillins for me board an' lodge,
                      An' aw mun pay that this week;
                      They gov us a hint when aw paid them short,
                      Uther lodjins aw might seek!

                      Then the minadge man's sure te call this week,
                      But he's sure te gan away,
                      It's just three months since aw paid him a bob,
                      An' aw think that that's gud pay!

                      Then aw got ten glasses o' beer on tick
                      At the hoose that's doon the raw;
                      If the lanlord says that he wants ony mair,
                      Aw'll not pay him owt at a'!

                      Thor's five shillins aw borrowed frae Davie Smith,
                      Whey, aw think aw'll pay him three,
                      An' the two that's left 'ill de for the basirn
                      That they say belangs te me!

                      But surely the toon 'ill turn over het,
                      If aw shud gan on that way,
                      If aw act like a man an' pay what aw can,
                      Aw'll still hev a spree at the pay!"

                      -Joe Wilson