Lyr Add: The Jenny Hoolet

Subject: The Jenny Hoolet
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 18 Mar 00 - 11:40 AM

The Jenny Hoolet or Little Mudie's Ghost

Some time sin' a Skipper was gaun iv his keel,
His heart like a lion, his fyece like the De'il;
He was steerin' hissel, as he'd oft duin afore,
When at auld Lizzie Mudie's his keel ran ashore

Fal- de -ral, &c.

The Skipper was vext when his keel gat ashore,
Sae for Geordie and Pee-dee he loodly did roar;
The sail it was lower'd, but a' waddent dee,
Sae he clickt up a coal an' maist fell'd the Pee-dee.

I' the midst o' their trouble, scarce knaw'n what to do,
A voice frae the shore gravely cried oot- Hoo! hoo!.
Hoo noo mister Hoo! hoo! is thou myken fun?
Or is't the forst keel 'at thoo e'er saw agrun?

Agyen a Hoo! hoo! an' the Skipper he stampt,
An' sung oot for Geordie to heave oot a plank;
In a ravin' mad passion he curs'd an' he swore,
Aw'll hoo! hoo! thou, thou beggar, if aw cum ashore.

Wiv a coal in each hand, ashore then he went,
To kill Mister Hoo! hoo! it was his intent;
But when he gat there ye may judge his surprise!
When back he com runnin'--Oh! Geordie--he cries-

Wey, whe dis' tu' think hes been makin' this gam,
Aw'll lay th' my wallet thou'll not guess his nyem,
"Is't the ghost of auld Lissie?" Oh, no, thou au'd fool, it
Is nee ghost at a'-but an au'd Jenny Hoolet!

-by W. Armstrong to the tune "Gee-Ho! Dobbin"  Source A Beuk o' Newcassel Sangs.
Joseph Cawhall,
1888
 

Subject: The Jenny Hoolet
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 09 Mar 00 - 02:39 PM


The Jenny Hoolet or Little Mudie's Ghost
 

Some time sin' a Skipper was gaun iv his keel,
His heart like a lion, his fyece like the De'il;
He was steerin' hissel, as he'd oft duin afore,
When at auld Lizzie Mudie's his keel ran ashore

Fal- de -ral, &c.

The Skipper was vext when his keel gat ashore,
Sae for Geordie and Pee-dee he loodly did roar;
The sail it was lower'd, but a' waddent dee,
Sae he clickt up a coal an' maist fell'd the Pee-dee.

I' the midst o' their trouble, scarce knaw'n what to do,
A voice frae the shore gravely cried oot- Hoo! hoo!.
Hoo noo mister Hoo! hoo! is thou myken fun?
Or is't the forst keel 'at thoo e'er saw agrun?

Agyen a Hoo! hoo! an' the Skipper he stampt,
An' sung oot for Geordie to heave oot a plank;
In a ravin' mad passion he curs'd an' he swore,
Aw'll hoo! hoo! thou, thou beggar, if aw cum ashore.

Wiv a coal in each hand, ashore then he went,
To kill Mister Hoo! hoo! it was his intent;
But when he gat there ye may judge his surprise!
When back he com runnin'--Oh! Geordie--he cries-

Wey, whe dis' tu' think hes been makin' this gam,
Aw'll lay th' my wallet thou'll not guess his nyem,
"Is't the ghost of auld Lissie?" Oh, no, thou au'd fool, it
Is nee ghost at a'-but an au'd Jenny Hoolet!
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