Subject: The Hedgehog Pie
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 31 Mar 00 - 06:59 AM
<The Hedgehog Pie Aa'll sing ye a song if ye'll patiently wait,
Aboot a grand supper there's been at Street Gate;
Te eat this grand supper there only was two,
But they at a whole hedgehog, some bacon an' coo. Chorus:
Singin fal de ral laddy, etc. There's a chap in the neiborhood has a smaal dog,
One day went out waakin, an' it catched a hedgehog,
So te have a bit fun with the prize that they'd got,
He thowt tive hissel he wad take it to Stott. When he took it te Stott they arranged what te do;
With Kingey an' Barbor they aalways made free;
Every time they went they were hungry an' dry.
So just for the lark they wad make them a pie. Noo it had te be killed before startin te skin't
So they took up a mell for to knock oot its wind;
Them that was present tha roared an' tha laffed-
They chap missed the hedgehog an' he broke the mell- The mell was ne use so they took a sharp knife,
Detarmined te take away Proggley's life,
(proggle= prickle)
They tried for te kill him in two dif'rent ways,
So they had to droon him for te finish his days. The landlady's sister made up a pie-crust,
With the best of beef-fat an some dumplin dust;
She nicked it all roond, made it tender, an' then
The oven was hot, so she put the pie in.
Noo, Barbor an' Kingey sat winkin their eye,
Sn' wishin they only could get a bit pie;
They were watchin the mistress instead of their gill;
The smell was that nice they could hardly keep still Tom the butcher te suit them, soon found out a plan,
He sais, Drink off yor gills, be as sharp as ye can;
Gan inte the meat-hoose, an' let all things by, An 'aall
watch the mistress an' steal ye the pie. In the meat-house they ouly had been a short while,
When they saa the pie commin, an' they started to smile;
Tom says, Get it eatin; 'twas fettled for Stott;
It he comes he'll gan mad. Kingey says, Man, it's hot! Noo te get the pie eaten they both wired in,
Till the gravy ran off both their noses an' chin;
When Stott showed the skin of the pie that they had,
They' looked at each other, an' they turned vary bad. Sais Barbor te Kingey Jack, aa wadn't care
But proggles come noo where there used to be hair;
And bowt a hard hat, an 'aa ve tied it tight doon,
but the proggles come faster, an' the've went through the croon. A razor no use- tha both shave with a saa-
Like icicles fhalin, they drop from their jaa
Barbor's in trouble an' Kingey far warse-
He cannot lie down, or sit on his arse. -Tommy Armstrong
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