Lyr Add: Dinnet Clash the Door

Subject: Dinnet Clash the Door
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 29 Mar 00 - 11:24 PM

Dinnet Clash the Door
Tune= Tramp Tramp

Oh, dinnet clash the door! aw've tell'd ye that before.
Can ye not let yor muther hev a rest?
Ye knaw she's turnin aud, an' for eers she's been se bad
That she cannet bear such noises i' the least.

Chorus-
Then oh, lass, dinner clash the door se,
Yor yung an' yor as thowtless as can be,
But yor muther's turning aud,
An' ye knaw she's varry bad,
An' she dissent like to hear ye clash the door,

Just see yor muther there, sittin feeblee i' the chair,
It's quiet that she wants to myek her weel;
She's been yor nurse throo life, been yor guide i' peace an strife,
An' her cumfort ye shud study an' shud feel !

She once wes yung an' strang but bad health 'ill put foaks rang,
An' she cannet bear the noise that once she cud;
She's narvis as can be, an' whativor else ye de,
Ye shud study what ye think 'ill de her gud!

So dinnet clash the door, or myek ony idle stir,
For the stir 'ill only cause your muther pain;
As qauiet as can be de yor wark, an' let her see
That ye'll nivor give her causes te complain.

-Joe Wilson