26 Mar 02 - 08:11 PM (#677033)
Subject: Bessie Walker
From: *#1 PEASANT*
Bessie Walker
Tune- The Laird o' Cockpen Thor's a bonny bit lass that leeves on the Kee,
The tell'd Peggy Todd she'd a noshun o' me,
An' Peggy tell'd me, so aw thowt aw'd gan doon,--
For aw like Bessie Walker the best i' the toon. Away then aw gans, an' aw waits at the door,
Aw knew hoo te whussel,-- aw'd been there before;
Then oot cums young Bessie, gud grashus what bliss,
When aw smackt her reed lips wiv a gud hearty kiss. Says she, canny lad, ye had best let us be,
Ne' lad but me awn shall act like this te me!
Aw'd just like te knaw what's browt ye here the neet?
Hoo aw lafft when aw passed the aud joke twes me feet. Yor veet then, says she, mun hev cum the rang way,
If it's te see me ye shud cum throo the day!
Huts, Bessie, says aw, de ye think aw's not reet,
Throo the day hes ne sweets like the curtin at neet. Ye tell'd Peggy Todd ye'd a noshun o' me!
She luckt se confused--aw wes lickt what te de.
At last i' me airms when sweet Bessie aw squeezed,
Aw whisper'd the words that console when ye've teazed. She sighed as she laid her heed doon on me breest,
But smiled when aw menshund the nyem o' the priest.
Hoo happy we pairted that neet aw went doon,
For aw like Bessie Walker the best i' the toon. -Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries
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