The Howty Towty Lass

I knew a lass doon Wylam way
As bonny as could be
And tho' she took me fancy
She'd have nowt to do wi' me
And mind she thowt horsel ne muck
For if Aa said Good day!
She stuck up hor nose and she tossed hor heed
And nivvor would look me way.
She stuck up hor nose and tossed hor heed
And nivvor would look me way.

Noo as Aa was just a farmin' lad
Me hands were rough wi' toil
Wi' cleanin byres and leadin muck
To spread upon the soil
And many's the time that she passed by
Tho' nivvor a word was said
Aa knew by her face she thowt that Aa
Was part of the load Aa led.

But womenfolk are kittle cattle
And change from day to day
Me uncle left the farm to me
And cash to myek it pay
But where's the howty towty lass
As thowt Aa'd like to wed
That's hor wi' the coos in her clarty shoes
And a bonny grand wife she's made.

Each time Aa axed hor if she'd wed
For love or for me brass
Aa got a saucy answer from me howty towty lass
But noo we've got a son and heir
She says that he will de
If he's as good as his dad
By gox she must be in love wi' me.

-Jack Robson