It's Time Te Gan Te Bed.

Teun-"What's a' the Steer, Kimmer."

"It's time te gan te bed, Harry,
'It's time te gan te bed,
Last neet aw cuiddint gan te sleep,
The awful tung ye led,
For drink wes I' yor heed, Harry,
Ye waddint had yor jaw,
Ye wakint a' the foaks upstairs,
An' vext the foaks belaw.

Korus.

It's time te gan te bed, Harry,
It's time to gan te bed,
So put yor claes off, canny lad,
An' cum away te bed.

It's time te gan te bed, Harry,
Wi' stopping oot se late,
Aw's sure ye'll be me deeeth, ye will,
Aw'll reckind frae this date;
Ye needint fill yor pipe, Harry,
Yor smoking a' the day,
Ye'll not be fit for wark the morn,
Oh, hinny, cum away.

Ye once cud cum te bed, Harry,
Like a sober, decent man,
But noo ye sit te vex yor wife
As lang as weel ye can;
Aw's cawd here by me-sel, Harry,-
Aw wish aw diddent care,
But, oh, ye'll get yor deeth o' cawd
Wi' sleepin I' that chair.

Noo put that paper doon, Harry,
Ye shannot reed the neet,
Ye've kept us sittin up se lang
Aw's sure it issent reet;
Yor putting off yor claes, Harry,
But faith yor varry slaw,
Ye'll loss a quarter-day, an' then,
Ye'll blame yor wife, ye knaw.

-Joe Wilson