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Lyr Add: Deeth o' Billy Purvis
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Subject: Lyr Add: Deeth O' Billy Purvis From: *#1 PEASANT* Date: 19 Jun 04 - 12:19 PM Deeth O' Billy Purvis Tuyne-"Jenny Jones." Aud Billy's gyen deed noo, frae worldly cares freed noo, Ne mair sports he'll heed noo on Wear or Tyneside: Still his nyem leeves I' story, Tyne lads was his glory, For when he amused them his heart beat wi' pride. But he's cut off at last noo, his days they are past noo, Ne mair, poor aud man, his bundle he'll steal: That bundle, for pastime, he's stole for the last time, For Deeth's corked him off te the land o' the leal. Chorus Aud Billy's gyen deed noo, frae worldly cares freed noo, For Deeth's corked him off te the land o' the leal. Ne mair tyels ye'll tell, oh, maw canny aud fellow! Hoo ye've swalleyed up crab-fish, an' locked up men's jaws; Ne mair thou'll dance neatly, or play your pipes sweetly, Nor perform Hocus-Pocus, that gained sic applause; For we'll see ye ne mair, man, at hoppin' or fair, man, Stand up I' yor glory 'mang actors ootside: For that tyrant, King Deeth, man, hes stopt wor cloon's breath, man, And closed noo for iver poor Billy's backside. Auid Billy's gyen, etc. Ne mair at wor Races, friend Billy, thou'll grace us, Nor call Geordies in yor fine show to admire; For, oh! 'twas his boast then fine dramas an' ghosts then, Wi' pantomime plays full o' reed an' blue fire. What troubles through life, man, what cares an' what strife, man, He had te amuse us-byeth aud folks an' young: Oh! aw think wiv emoshun, an' tears of devoshun, On the days when aw first lisped his nyem wi' maw tongue! Spoken- Yis, them was the days that we can nivor forget-wor skyul days. We had ne humbuggin' pollis then; nobbit canny and watchmen, that yen migh he knocked doon wiv a pipe-stopple. We had ne railways in Billy's youthful days; an' times was far better than they are noo. Aw reckolect when Billy was an actor, aboot thirty eers since-them was maw happy days- aw wad beg, borrow, or steal to get a luik at aud Billy's backside. Poor canny aud fellow! he used te be king o' the Spital. Them was maw youthful days an' monny a yen's beside me. Aw've seen me gawn about wi' maw shirt-tail stickin' oot that far behind that aw've used if for a pocket-hankisher; an' as for shoes, the oney pair aw had on me feet was the pair the cobbleer had away mendin'! But what did aw care aboot shoes? aw had big toes like styens! Oh! what music aw fund I' the bells o' St. Nicholas', when the Easter hallidays myed thor appearanace! Hoo leet was maw yoothful heart!-ne stain was there to mar maw happiness! Wi' what plishure aw booled maw pyeste eggs on the green! That green's ne mair; but, like wor favorite cloon an' Northumbria's jester, gyen for ivver. Where's a' his funny sayin's that set a' the Geordies in a roar? They are gyen: but Billy 'ill nivver be forgettin'. Aud Billy's gyen etc. But, oh! aw' remember the sixteenth of December, In the eeer '53, died wor aud king o' Tyne; An' left us in mournin' withoot ony warnin', The frinds o' his yooth, an' the days o' langsyne. But the frind we luv best noo, his byens cannit rest noo, So, Newcassel folks, think o' these words o' mine: Let's hev him laid doon then, I' wor canny toon then, Else his ghost will be wanderin' at neets on the Tyne. Aud Billy's gyen etc. -Covan |
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