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Lyr Add: Cappy's the Dog
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Subject: Lyr Add: CAPPY, OR THE PITMAN'S DOG (Midford) From: Jim Dixon Date: 08 Dec 10 - 12:19 AM From A Collection of Songs, Comic, Satirical, and Descriptive, Chiefly in the Newcastle Dialect... by T. Thompson et al. (Newcastle upon Tyne: Printed by John Marshall, 1827), page 49: CAPPY, OR THE PITMAN'S DOG. William Midford. In a town near Newcassel a Pitman did dwell, Wiv his wife nyemed Peg, a Tom Cat, and himsel; A Dog, called Cappy, he doated upon, Because he was left him by great uncle Tom: Weel bred Cappy, famous au'd Cappy, Cappy's the dog, Tallio, Tallio. His tail pitcher-handled, his colour jet black, Just a foot and a half was the length of his back; His legs seven inches frev shoulders to paws, And his lugs like twee dockins hung owre his jaws: Weel bred Cappy, &c. For huntin of varmin reet clever was he, And the house frev a' robbers his bark wad keep free: Cou'd byeth fetch and carry—could sit on a stuil; Or, when frisky, wad hunt waiter rats in a puil. Weel bred Cappy, &c. As Ralphy to market one morn did repair, In his hat-band a pipe, and weel kyem'd was his hair, Owre his airm hung a basket—thus onward he speels, And enter'd Newcassel wi' Cap at his heels: Weel bred Cappy, &c. He haddent got farther than foot o' the Side, Before he fell in with the dog-killing tribe: When a highwayman-fellow slipp'd round in a crack, And a thump o' the skull laid him flat on his back; Down went Cappy, &c. Now Ralphy, extonish'd, Cap's fate did repine, While it's eyes like twee little pyerl buttons did shine: He then spat on his hands, in a fury he grew, Cries, 'Gad smash! but awse hev settisfaction o' thou, For knocking down Cappy,' &c. Then this grim luikin fellow his bludgeon he rais'd, When Ralphy eye'd Cappy, and then stood amaz'd: But, fearin' beside him he might be laid doon, Threw him into the basket and bang'd out o' toon; Away went Cappy, &c. He breethless gat hyem, and when lifting the sneck, His wife exclaim'd, 'Ralphy, thou's suin gettin back:' 'Gettin back!' replied Ralphy, 'I wish I'd ne'er gyen, In Newcassel they're fellin dogs, lasses, and men; They've knock'd down Cappy! &c. 'If aw gan to Newcassel, when comes wor pay week, Aw'll ken him agyen by the patch on his cheek: Or if ever he enters wor toon wiv his stick, We'll thump him about till he's black as au'd Nick, For killin au'd Cappy,' &c. Wiv tears in her een Peggy heard his sad tale, And Ralph wiv confusion and terrow grew pale: While Cappy's transactions with grief they talk'd o'er, He crap out o' the basket, quite brisk o' the floor; Weel duin, Cappy! &c. |
Subject: Capy's the Dog From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive) Date: 05 Mar 00 - 08:25 PM Cappy's the Dog In a toon near Newcassel a pitman did dwell, Chorus His tail pitcher-handled, his culler jet black, For huntin' o' varmin reet clivvor was he, As Ralphy, to market one morn did repair, He haddent gyen farther than foot o' the Side Doon went Cappy, &. Noo Raplhy, extonish'd Cap's fate did repine, For knockin doon Cappy & Then this grim-luikin' fellow his bludgeon he rais'd Away went Cappy, & He breethless gat hyem, an' when lifting the sneck, They'v knocked doon Cappy, & If aw gan to Newcassel when comes wor pay-week, For killing auld Cappy, &. Wi tears iv her een Peggy heard his sad tale, Well duin Cappy, Famous and Cappy, |
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