18 Mar 00 - 11:35 AM (#197212)
Subject: The Weshin Day
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
The Weshin-day Of a' the plagues a poor man meets,
Alang life's weary way,
There's nyen amang them a' that beats
A rainy weshin'-day.
An let that day come when it man,
It a'ways is maw care,
Before aw break maw fast, to pray
It may be fin an' fair. Chorus:
For it's thump! thump! souse! souse!
Scrup! scrup away!
There's nowt but glumpin' i' the house
Upon a weshin'-day. For sud the morn when Sall torns oot,
Be rainy, dark, or dull,
She cloots the bits o' bairns aboot,
An'backs them off to skuil.
In ivvery day throuhoot the week
The goodman hez his say,
But this; when if he chance to speak,
It's--"Get oot o' maw way!" Her step hez starn defiance in't,
She luiks a' fire an'tow;
A single word, like spark frae flint,
Wad set her iv a low.
The varry claes upon her back,
Sae pinn'd an' tuck't up are,
As if they'd say, to bairns an' Jack,
"Come near me if ye daur." The cat's the picture o' distress,
The kittlins daur na' play;
Poor Pincher niver shows his fyece.
Upon this dreary day.
the burd sits mopin' on the balk,
Like sumthing iv a flay;
The pig's as hungry as a hawk;
The hens lay a' away. The hearth is a' wi cinders strown,
The floor with dorty duds;
The hoose is a' turn'd upside doon
When Sal is i' the suds.
But when the fray's a' ower an' duin,
An' a's hung up to dry,
A cup, an' blast o' baccy, suin
Blaws a' bad temper bye. Then the thump! thump! souse! souse!
Scrup! Scrub away!
Myek ne mair glumpin' i' the hoose-
Until next weshin'-day. -by Thomas Wilson; to the tune "There's nae luck aboot the Hoose"., Source A Beuk o' Newcassel Sangs.
Joseph Cawhall,
1888
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