The Gallowgate Lad
Tune- Sally Gray

One morn neer the grand Central Stashun,
Mang croods that was hurryin bye
Aw happin'd te see Meggy Bensin,
An' sairly the lassie did cry
Says aw--Canny lass what's the matter?
Says she, quite dejected. Aw's sad,
Aw's greetin for Jack, that's me luver,
Maw bonny bit Gallowgate Lad!

Ye'll knaw him, Joe issn't he hansum?
As clivor a lad as ye'll see,
He wes striker at Stivvisin's Factry,
But lately he's been on the spree;
An' he got bag'd for gawn on the fuddle
An' the jewl mun heh fairly gyen mad
When he went an' join'd the Millsha,
Maw gud-luckin Gallowgate Lad!

A' the neybors declared he was lazy,
But spite 'Il myek bissy foaks speek,
Tho' aw knaw--tho'at owtint te menshund,
He nivor workt mir then a week;
But wi' foaks gyen--keep quiet thor faillins,
Aw greeve for me luv that's a swad,
Oh, his best suit o' claes is his sowljor's
Maw brave -luckin Gallowgate lad!

It's five eers since we forst got acquentid.
He always wes wild iv his ways.
an' he swor that he nivor cud squeeze us
The time that aw wore me new stays;
If he cuddint-it wassint for tryin,
For monny's the tussle we've had
But te Annick he's gyen wi' the sowljors
Maw kind-hearted Gallowgate Lad!

Aw can mind hoo he wander'd the Leazes,
Wi me on the fine summor days,
An' he wid sit on the grass close beside us.
The time aw wes dryin the claes;
He wid rowl us anundor the baskit
Me shawl he wid use for a plad;
Oh what myed ye join the Milisha?
Maw corly haired Gallowgate Lad!

Man aw've mended the holes iv his elbows,
An myed his aud troosors like new,
Tho aw thowt he might spoke aboot marridge,
When his granfethur bowt him a coo
But he slet it an' spent a' the munney,
The foaks said his luv wes but cawd
An' aw wish that aw cuddnt beleeve them,
Maw sowljor-like Gallowgate Lad!

The syem neet that we had leave-takin,
He wanted te stop the whole neet,
But for a cupple that hessint been married,
Me granmuther says it's not reet;
We'd a pint o' warm beer te wor suppor,
An' cheese that wed meyk yor eyes glad,
But poor Jacky, he swally'd the whol on't
Maw sweet-luckin Gallowgate Lad!

Aw's fairly heart-broke since he left us,
Aw cannet leeve weel be me- sel,
An' me tung gans as tho 'twad keep tellkin
A lang way mair then aw shud tell;
When the heart's full it's greet consolashun,
Te whispor what myeks ye se bad,
Oh what myed ye join the Millsha
Maw gud-luckin Gallowgate Lad?
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Joe Wilson