Lyr Add: The Kipper'd Herrin'

Subject: Lyr Add: The Kipper'd Herrin'
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 19 Jun 04 - 12:02 PM

The Kipper'd Herrin'

'Boot pitmen an' keelmen thou's heard some queer jokes,
What wi' blunders, mistyeks, an' thor queer funny spokes,
For when we get a drop o' beer we' re a' full o' glee;
Lads! we myek mony a blunder when we get on the spree.

Singing fal the dall, lall, etc.

Noo aw'll tell ye a trick we yence played on Jim Farrins,
Thit yen day bowt a cask o' the best kipper'd herrins,
Te eat tiv his coffee, his taties, and breed,
Determined a' winter te hev a cheap feed

Reet fal, etc.

He tuik fower greet big uns yen neet doon the pit,
An' he waddent let yen doon belaw tyest a bit;
So a pennorth o' Jalup we put iv his bottle,
An', lads! hoo we laffed iz it went doon his throttle.

Chorus

He hewed half-an-hour tiv he felt summic ache,
Then he put doon his hands for te haud on the brake,
Cryin' oot-"Geordy Cairns, run away, thou's maw cuzen,
An' bring uz a docter, for aw've swallow'd some puzzin."

Chorus

Noo, the bit trapper laddies they laff'd fit te borst,
An' menshaun'd what myed the poor man bad at forst;
But he says-"Haud yor gobs, give ower yor leein',
Aw's speechles a' ready, aw's sartin aw's deein'.

Chorus

"Awl's deein', aw's deein', aw's off, Geordy Cairns,
Protect when aw's gyen maw poor wife an' bairns;
Keep a' maw pit claes, cum drawn thaw lugs near,
An' hear maw last words, for aw've supped maw last beer.

Chorus

"Tell wor keeker aw dded wiv a pain I' maw booills,
Cawsed wi' eatin' some harrin' aw bowt frae Jack Snooils;
Tell wor preacher next Sunday te pray for maw sole,
Tell wor owners and viewers aw'll howk ne mair coal.

Chorus

"Tyek maw picks tiv aud limpey, tell him aw's gyen,
An' come te maw funeral wi' cloaks ivery yen;
Tyek maw grandfethur's watch, keep that for theesell,
Aw's gannin'-ta, ta, Geordy- te Heaven or te H--ll!"

Chorus

Corvan, 1862.