Subject: The Bobby Cure
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 17 May 00 - 10:34 AM
The Bobby Cure
air- The Cure Oh lads aw've turned a bobby noo,
And disn't maw dress luik neat,
Aw've a greet moosetash abuve me gob,
And aw.m on the Gateshead beat;
Noo all the jobs thor is aw've tried,
But nyen aw can endure,
So noo aw've join'd the Gateshead force
And the kids call me the cure. Aw mind the first neet that aw was on,
It was doon in Pipergate,
An Irish row had started there,
Thinks aw aw'll knaw me fate,
Aw rushes doon and collars one,
We fell in a common sewer,
As aw crawl'd oot the kids did shoot
Just twig poor Bobby's the cure. The next neet aw was on the bottle bank
Aw was on for a regular spree,
Thre aw fell in win a nice young lass.
She went inti the Goat wi' me,
Noo each of uz hes a glass o' rum,
At her expense your sure,
She was a married wife and her man pop'd in
And he mug'd poor Bobby the cure. Aw hook'd it off win a sheepish luik,
And her man reported me,
The inspector com' and says noo Bobby
This wark it winna dee!
Aw was taken before the committee,
And was heavy fin'd aw's sure,
And still when aw's on the Oakwellgate beat
The kids call me the cure. The next neet aw was on the Windmill hills,
Forget it aw niver shall,
They war smahsin' the windows there like fun,
And pushin' doon the walls,
Aw tuik ten te the stashon hoose,
Withoot ony help aw'm sure,
Aw got these two stripes on maw coat,
And they still call me the cure. A bobbly's the canniest job in the world,
He gets all his drink for nowt;
Aw'm what they call drill sarjant noo,
Maw claes aw ready bowt;
So noo aw've teld hye all maw tricks,
Ye'll pity me aw'm sure,
And niver call me when aw's on maw beat,
And say there gans the cure. -Geordie Ridley
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