02 May 00 - 12:55 PM (#221522)
Subject: Tha Baboon
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
The Baboon Sum time since, sum wild beasts thre cam to the toon, And in the collection a famous Baboon, In uniform drest-if my story you're willin To believe, he gat lowse, and ran te the High Fellin Fal de rol la, &c. Three Pitmen cam up- they were smoking their pipe, When straight in afore them Jake lowp'd ower the dike: Ho, Jemmy! smash, marrow! here's a red-coated Jew, For his fyece is a' hairy, and he hez on nae shoe! Wey, man, thou's a fuil! for ye divent tell true, If thou says 'at that fellow was ever a Jew; Aw'll lay thou a quairt, as sure's my nyem's Jack, That queer luikin chep's just a Russian Cossack. He's ne Volunteer, aw ken biv his wauk; And if he's outlandish, we'll ken biv his tauk; He's a lang sword ahint him, ye'll see'd when he turns; Ony luik at his fyece! smash his byens, how he gurns! Tom flang doon his pipe, and set up a greet yell; He's owther a spy, or Bonnypairty's awnsell; Iv a crack the High Fellin was in full hue and cry, To catch Bonnypairt, or the hairy French spy. The wives scamper'd off for fear he should bite, The men-folks and dogs ran to grip him se tight; If we catch him, said they, he's hev ne lodging here, Ne, not e'en a drop o' reed Robin's sma' beer. -Armstrong, In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
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