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22 Jun 04 - 07:46 AM (#1211969) Subject: Lyr Add: She's Sumboddy's Bairn From: *#1 PEASANT* She's Sumboddy's Bairn One dar, dorty neet, as aw myed me way hyem, Aw passed a bit lassie se bonny; She belanged tiv a class that aw'm frightened to nyem, An' aw grieve that wor toon hes se monny. She'd dress'd hersel' up in extravagant style, Wi' satins an' laces upon her; As she passed me her fyece had a strange sort o' smile, That gliff'd me, it did, on me honour. Aw thowt, noo, that's sumboddy's bairn. Aw wis struck bi her youth an' her bonny white skin, An' the bloom on her cheek tho' 'twas painted, As it flash'd on me mind, them's the trappins o' sin, Oh, aw felt, ay, as if aw cud fainted. Aw saw bi her walk, an' her heed toss'd se high, An' her airtful-like manner se winnin', Bi her ower-dressed style, an' the glance ov her eye, That she'd myed, oh, that awful beginnin'; An' aw thowt, noo, she's sumboddy's bairn. Oh, lasses remember yor feythers at hyem, An' yor muthers, whe's hearts ye are breakin', An' the bruthors an' sisters yor brigin' te shyem, An' the awful-like future yor myekin'; Divvent hanker for plissure nor dresses se fine, Nor be tempted bi fashin an' beauty; Think twice ere ye start on that dreadful decline That leads ye fre' virtue and duty. Remember, yor sumboddy's bairn. Ye lads that a muther hes fondled an' nurs'd, That hes sisters that's gentle an' pure, Nivver lead a young lass in the way that's accurs'd, Nivver breathe in her ear what's impure. Reyther try to protect her fre' danger an' harm, And if wrang'd see the injured one righted; For life hes been robb'd of its lovliest charm, When a woman's fair fame hes been blighted. For mind, she wis sumboddy's bairn. -James Horsley, 1886. |