26 Mar 02 - 07:56 PM (#677002)
Subject: Cadjgin for Beer
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Cadjin For Beer
Tune:Importan Ivents One mornin near the Markit,
Aw wes slowly passin by,
Twes there aw saw a seedy man,
'Wi' reed an' bleary eye;
He luckt at me, aw luckt at him,
He said his nyem was Bill,
An' askt us if aw dident knaw'm,
An' wad aw stand a gill. Says aw ye heh the best o' me,
If aw've seen ye before,
Aw cannot reckollect the time.
Says he wor near the door
That leads to Christian comfort,
So hinney stand a gill,
Or len us just threehappince,
An' aw'll pray for ye aw will. Threehappince, that aw hevent got,
Says aw, wi' me th day,
Or else aw'd let ye hed, says aw,
an' tried te move away;
He clutched us tightly be the airm,
Says he, cum stop, aw beg,
For aw've only got a hap'ny,
Will ye stand the tuther meg. Aw chanced to hev a hap'ny wis,
Aw handid it te him,
Says he, God bless your bonny fyece,
Yor like me uncle Jim;
Aw moved away, but late at neet
Aw pass'd the varry door,
An' there, as drunk as man cud be,
Wes the one aw'd seen afore. He did'nt seem to knaws agyen,
For haddin oot his hand,
Says he, cum here maw canny man,
What are ye gawn te stand,
Aw've only got a half-gill's price,
He show'd us't ower agyen,
But the ivorlastin hap'ny's charms,
Wi' me wes fairly gyen. Says aw, me man aw pitty ye,
But pity dis ne gud;
Ye've show'd you paltry swindle tis,
Try wark, aw's sure ye shud,
Aw like the man that tyeks his gill,
An'decency hauds dear,
But oh! the man disarves contempt
That cadjis for his beer.
-Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries
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