Lyr Add: Whispirin

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Whisperin'
From: Genie
Date: 27 Mar 02 - 01:33 PM

If the title is "Whisperin'" rather than "Whispirin," perhaps a Joe Clone can change the spelling in the thread title, so it will turn up in a forum search for the song.

Genie

Subject: Whispirin
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 26 Mar 02 - 08:13 PM

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Whisperin

Tune- The Captain wiv his Whiskers.

Did ye ivor see a couple that shuffled frae the crood,
Te utter iv a whisper what they darent speak alood?
But what greet mischief follow'd--te fill sum poor breast wi' pain,
That they might, throo sum petty spite, a moemnt's triumph gain;
Aye, that plottin couple there, wi' backbitin myek hearts sair,
An' myek ye that ye'd nearly curse the mischief-breedin pair,
For whisp'rin, like a scurvy plague, 'ill ge ne victim rest,
But fill the breest wi' bitter pangs ne man alive can best.

Did ye ivor see a couple that whisper'd at a meal,
Anb' giggled at thor ignorance as tho' they'd byeth deun weel,
Or iv a cumpny nickrin at sum shabby mean remark
On sum poor sowl they'd myek thor scoff, like stabbin i' the dark;
Did ye nivor think the brain, that sic bairnish heeds contain,
Cud only find injoyment iv an' idle dirty srain?
Tho' whisp'rin hes its sunshine it hes its cloods as weel,--
Sic acts like these the silly mind an' vulgor thowts reveal.

Did ye ivor see a luvin couple linkin doon the street?
An' watch him squeeze her airm i' his an' whisper somethin sweet.
Then whisp'rin hes a charm that aw cannet weel express;
Behint the door, when they get hyem, its joys ye'll nivor guess,
When yor breeth falls, as ye speak on a soft an' silky cheek,
An' hearts wi' honest passhun throb, thor marrow there te seek;
Oh, happy time! oh, happy pair!--when whisp'rin magnifies
The little words, the tender squeeze, an' brightens luvin eyes.
 

-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries