Subject: Jack's Listed I the Ninety-ITE
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 29 Mar 00 - 11:25 PM
Jack's Listed i' the Ninety-Ite
Tune= Doran's Ass or Finnigan's Wake Oh what's the metter wi' ye, Meg Dawson?
Oh what's the metter wi' ye the day?
Ye luck as if ye war gan demented,
Yor eyes thor stairin just that way!
The metter wi' me--if ye want te knaw then,
Heh ye heard the news frae Mary White?
She says wor Jack for a sowljor's listed.--
The heed strang feul's i' the Ninety-Ite. Wif a lot o' lads that's se lang been famed
For nowt that's gud nor they nivor will
Industrious cheps that wad nivvor work
If they just cud raise a penny gill.
He'll heh teun the shillin te serve the queen.
Wi' ne idea o' gannin te fight;
If he thowt thor wes only chance o' war
He wad bid gud-bye te the Ninety Ite. He nivvor liked wark an' since he was britch'd
He hessent cared hoo he got his meat;
Wif his elbows oot he wad trail the streets,
An' the Peelers mark'd him on thor beat.
He wad argey owt for a pint o' beer.
An' i dominoes he teuk delite
I' playin a bank tiv a five or six.--
They'll not stand that i' the Ninety-te. On Seturday neets what a swell he was
Wi' velvet cap an black curdyroys;
He wes famous for myekin ruffs keep still
Tho the forst his-sel te myek a noise;
He knew if he married he cuddent keep
A wife, so he teuk one oot o' spite,
Ay, an' he myed her muther an' her keep him,--
A nice young chep for the Ninety-Ite Aw's sartin we'll nivor can buy him off.
For hoo can poor foaks like us did?
What a pity a gud-like fyece an'heed
Like his, shud carry ne brains wid;
Blud's thicker then wetter-that's true eneuff--
He's still wor awn, tho a cawshun quite,
But bad as he is, they may de him gud,
An' myek him a man i' the Ninety-Ite. -Joe Wilson
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