07 May 00 - 09:05 AM (#224289)
Subject: A Petition From the Women of the Vegetab
From: Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
A Petition
From the Women of the Vegetable Market, to the Mayor of Newcastle When away fra the Sandhill, sir, at first that we wur sent,
It was wi' havey hearts, ye ken, yur Honour, that we went;
But now iv the New Market, sir, we're ev'ry ane admir'd,
And if ye'll nobut cover us, it's all that is desir'd! Afore your worship judges us, now make a little paws,
And dinna gan to say that we complain without a caws;
For that yur Honour cover'd a' the country wives, yeknow,
But huz, yur awn sweet townswomen, ye let neglected go. For shem, now hinny, Mr. Mayor, to gan & play your rigs,
An cover a' the country girls that com to town wi' pigs;
Wi butter an wi' eggs too--they are se dousely made;
Ah, you've cover'd every an of them, sir--iv a slated shade. Now dinna let folks say that we've ne reet to complain,
When they are a' se snugly plac'd and we are i' the rain;
then without ne mair flash, sir, how do yur Honour say,
That ye will nobut cover us--and we will every pray. -In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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