Lyr Add: He Wad Be a Noodle

Subject: Lyr Add: He Wad Be a Noodle
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Date: 17 Jun 04 - 06:39 PM

He Wad Be a Noodle

Tune-"Gee wo, Dobbin."

Wor Geordy, won day- the greet slaverin' cull!-
He wad be a noodle, and act like a fuil;
Wor aud wife advis'd him sic nonsense te drop,
But he wad be a noodle, nowt his notion cud stop.

For he wad be a noodle, a sowjer-like noodle,
For he wad be a noodle, the greet slaverin' cull!

To be a brave volunteer was Geordy's desire;
Smash! he langed for a gun at the pigeons te fire.
At neet he wad dream 'bout his gun a' fine claes,
An how a' the lasses his figure wad praise.

When he was a brave noodle, etc.

When he fiirst got his gun, man, aw'll niver forget
How he frightened te fits poor Black Puddin' Bet:
Wi' his kite full o' yell, an' his gun in his hand,
Gox he ordered twe tripe wives te 'liver an' stand.

For he wad be a noodle, etc.

Spoken- The roguish animal! te rob the poor tripe wife. But that's nowt. That varry efternuin him an' me had te gan tiv a tea party doon the Burn, at Mally Horne's. Aw wes followin' Jenny Hagishnose- (her fethur had ne nose; but niver mind, aw had nose enuf for ony family:for aw put a' thor noses oot that followde maw Jenny): so aw wes sittin' amang them, thow knaws, when wor Bob com rushin' in on tiv us, wiv his kite blawn oot wi' Mackey's fowerpenny yell. The ful wes noodle-struck, and so he riched ower for a bit o' lump sugar, and cowped the cream jug, an' then started te likt up wiv his greet lang tung (and what a melt he had!), afore a' the wives an' lasses; an' then tuik a moothful o' sclddin' het tea-sent it fleein' oot agyen-an' burnt iv'rybody's nose end roond the tyeble.

At the aud Ridin' Skyul he learned "reet aboot,"
But his knees they stuck in, and his toes they stuck oot.
His heart it was firm, and as teuf as his belt,
So, defyin' a' danger, te the Moor he did pelt.

For he wad be a noodle, etc.

When they gat te the Moor, for the prize they wad fire,
Then Geordy's ambition gat higher and higher;
So he tuik up his gun, gox, he cuddn't tell how-
He fired reet past the target an' killed an aud cow!

Unfortunate noodle, etc.

Geordy sent in his kit, for he'd noodle ne mair,
He thowt of misfortunes he'd hadden his share;
Six pounds for the cow he laid doon;-lads, aw's sure
Geordy winnit forget when he march'd te the Moor.

For te be a brave noodle, etc.

-Corvan