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22 Jun 04 - 10:21 AM (#1212090) Subject: Lyr Add: Jack Simpson's Bairn From: *#1 PEASANT* Jack Simpson's Bairn Jack Simpson's bairn cried one neet, An' Jack cud git ne sleep; The wife she wander'd oot o' bed, An' sighed reet hard an' deep. She be'shd an' ba'd the bairn, To soothe its little grief; An' then she said, "Wey, Jack ye knaa, It's cuttin' its bit teeth!" Chorus. Jack says: "Oh dear! will mornin' cum, That aw may git te wark! Aw'd syuner work than lie I' bed, Wide-waken I' the dark!" Jack says: "Noo, Bess, Just haud yor tung, The bairn's two eer awd; Ye a' ways say its his teeth; It's ye that myeks 'im bad. Whativvor he shud cry for, Ye give 'im-what a farce! I'steed o' mendin' wor forst born, Why, Bess, ye myek 'mm warse!" Bess torn'd aroond, an' then she said: "Jack, patience ye heth nyen; The bairn he wad be far warse, If aw let him alyen. Aw'd bettor walk aboot the floor, For then he finds relief; He works sair on aboot his mooth, A'm shure it is his teeth!" Jack laid his heed doon I' the bed, An' then he fell asleep; He thowt he saw his bairn an' wife, An' sairly she did weep Te think the fethur was se cross; That vishun myed Jack start; For Jack had sworn before the priest Te tyek her tiv his heart. That mornin', efter Jack got up, He torn'd another leaf; He smiled at Bes, an' kiss'd the bairn That had te get its teeth. Bess a'ways tried to please her man As they went on throo life, An' that shud be the duty Of ivv'ry man's gud wife. -Harrison, 1872 |
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23 Jun 04 - 05:28 AM (#1212740) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Jack Simpson's Bairn From: GUEST any relation to Jock Tamson? |