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Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive) 11 May 00 - 10:48 PM
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Subject: Blind Willie Singing
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 11 May 00 - 10:48 PM

Blind Willie Singing

Ye gowks that bout daft Handel swarm,
Your senses but to harrow--
Steyn deaf to strains that 'myest wad charm
The heart iv a wheelbarrow--
To wor Keyside awhile repair,
Mang Malls, and bullies pig in,
To hear encor'd, wi' monie a blair,
Poor au'd Blind Willie's singin.

To hear fine Sinclair tune his pipes
Is hardly worth a scuddock--
It's blarney fair, and stale as swipes
Kept ower lant i' the huddock.
Byeth Brahm and Horn behint the wa'
Might just as well be swingin,
For a' their squeelin's nought at a'
To au'd Blind Willie singin.

About Sir Maffa lang he sung,
Far into high life keekin--
Til Buy Broom Buzzoms roundly swung,
He gae their lugs a sweepin'.
A stave yence myed Dumb Bet to greet,
Sae fine wi' cat-gut stringin'--
Bold Airchy swore it was a treat
To hear Blind Willie Singin.

Aw've heard it said, Fan Welch, one day,
On pepper'd oysters messin,
Went in to hear him sing and play,
an' get a moral lesson.
She vow'd 'twas hard to haud a heel--
An' thowt (the glass while flingin)
Wi' Clarts they should be plaister'd weel
That Jeer'd Blind Willie's singin.

It's fine to hear wor bellman talk--
It's wondrous fine and cheerin'
To hear Bet Watt and Euphy Scott
Scold, fight, or bawl fresh herrin:
To see the keels upon the Tyne,
As thick as hops a' swimmin',
Is fine indeed, but still mair fine
To hear Blind Willie singin.

Lang may wor Tyneside lads sae true,
In heart byeth blithe an' mellow,
Bestow the praise that's fairly due
To this bluff, honest fellow--
And when he's hamper'd i' the dust,
Still i' wor memory springin,
The times we've run till like to brust
To hear blind Willie singin'.

But may he live to cheer the bobs
That skew the coals to shiveres,
Whee like their drink to grip their gobs,
And burn their varry livers.
So, if ye please, aw'll myek an end,
My sang ne farther dingin,
Lest ye may think that aw pretend
To match Blind Willie's singin.

R. Gilchrist-In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.


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