Lyr Add: Narvis Johnny

Subject: Narvis Johnny
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 30 Mar 00 - 10:33 AM

Narvis Johnny
Tune= Turn a little Handle

Wor Johnny's se narvis se narvis wi drink,
He cannet eat wot an' he's frightened te think
O' what teuk place last neet for his mem'ry's gyen;
Once bowldest, he's noo the myest feeble o' men.

Chorus:
For like a narvis man he gans shakin throo the street,
Shakin ivry mornin, ay, an' shakin ivry neet
He'll start an' shrink,
An wink, an' blink
An' nivvor think,
It's a' throo drink,
That's myed him shivery, shakey-like an' narvis

He'll gan half- way doon one street, then he'll turn back,
Then turn up anuther an' hev a bit crack,
Then all iv a sudden he'll set off agyen,
An' hurry as if he was wanted at hyem.

When he gets te the door he'll study a bit,
then say tiv he sel, That it issent time yit!
The next public hoose he cannet weel pass,
Tho it tyeks byeth his hands te lift up the glass

If a cairt or a cab cums intiv his seet,
He dornet for life cross the little bit street
Till thor a' far away, then off hyem he'll creep,
But frightened awake, he's as frightened te sleep.

-Joe Wilson