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Lyr Add: The Pitman's Revenge

02 May 00 - 12:58 PM (#221526)
Subject: The Pitman's Revenge
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)

The Pitman's Revenge

Ha' ye heard o' these wondrous Dons,
That myeks this mighty fuss, man,
About invading Britan's land?
I vow they're wondrous spruce, man;
But little do the Frenchmen ken
About our loyal Englishmen;
Our Collier lads are for cockades,
And guns to shoot the French, man

Chorus-
Tol lol de rol, de rol de rol.

Then to parade the Pitment went,
Wi' hearts byeth stout an' strang, man;
Gad smash the French! we are sae strang.
We'll shoot them every one, man!
Gad smash me sark! if aw wad stick
To tumble them a'down the pit,
As fast as aw could thraw a coal,
Aw'd tumblethem a' doon the hole,
An close her in abuin, man.

Heads up! says yen, ye silly sow,
Ye dinna mind hte word, man;
Eyes right! says Tom, and wi' a dam,
And march off at the word, man;
Did ever mortals see sic brutes,
To order me to lift me cutes!
And smash the fuil! he stands and talks,
How can he learn me to walk,
That's wark'd this forty year, man!

But should the Frenchmen shew their fyeece,
Upon our waggon-ways, man,
Then, there upon the road, ye knaw,
We'd myek them end their days, man;
Aye, Bonaparte's sel aw'd tyek,
And thraw him i' the burning heap,
And wi' greet speed aw'd roast him deed;
His marrows, then, aw wad nae heed,
We'd pick out a' their e'en, man.

Says Willy Dunn to loyal Tom,
Your words are all a joke, man;
For Geordy winna hae your help,
Ye're sic kamstarie folk, man;
Then Willy, lad, we'll rest in peace,
In hopes that a' the wars may cease;
But awse gi'e ye Wull, to understand,
As lang as aw can wield me hand,
Thre's nyen but George shall reign, man.

Enough of this hes sure been said,
Cry'd cowardly Willy Dunn, man;
For should the Frenchmen come this way,
We'd be ready for to run man.
Gad smash you, for a fuil! says Tom,
For if aw could not use me gun,
Aw'd tyek me pick, aw'd hew them doon,
And run and cry, through a' the toon,
God save greet George our King, man!

-Shield In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.