Part 53 (1/2)

A chep like a Duke follow'd next, Surrounded wi' n.o.bles se fine, man, Weel dress'd up in silk robes an' ta.s.sels, An' goold that did glitter and s.h.i.+ne, man-- Says aw, that's Prince Albert, aw'll sweer-- An' was just gawn to give him three chears, man, When Mally cried--De'il stop yor din!-- Becrike! it's the Dey of Algiers, man.

Rom ti iddity, &c.

The members were toss'd off in stile, In colours of pink, white, and blue, man,-- A tight little chep frae the ranks, Cried, Jack, hinny, how d'ye do, man?-- What, Newton! says aw, now, what cheer!

Aw thowt ye some 'Squire makin' fun, man,-- There's Armstrang, as trig as a Peer, But how's my awd friend, Bobby Nunn, man?

Rom ti iddity, &c.

The Hawk, the Northumberland Star, An' the Magdalen's banners wav'd sweet, man; But the Chieftain astonish'd them all, With his braw Highland lads dress'd sae neat, man; The Nelson appear'd in true blue, (There canny host Simpson belangs, man,) An' Petrie walk'd close alangside O' the chep that writes Newca.s.sel Sangs, man.

Rom ti iddity, &c.

To describe the Flags, Music, an' Stars, Wad take me to doomsday for sartin; Let Foresters brag as they like, But it's all in my eye, Betty Martin.

Wor lads were se pleas'd wi' the seet, Mechanics they'll be before lang, man,-- So aw's gannin to Simpson's to-neet, To sing them this canny bit sang, man.

_Whit-Monday, 1841._

DRUCKEN BELLA ROY, O!

Tune--”Duncan M'Callaghan.”

When Bella's comin' hyem at neet, And as she's walking doon the street, The bairns cry out, Whe p.a.w.n'd the sheet?

Wey, drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then styens to them gans rattlin', rattlin', They set off a gallopin', gallopin', Legs an' arms gan' wallopin', wallopin', For fear o' Bella Roy, O!

Now, when she gans through the chares, Each bairn begins, and shouts and blairs, And cries, as she gans up the stairs, Where's drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then styens, &c.

Now, if she's had a sup o' beer, She sets ti wark to curse and swear, And myeks them run away, for fear, Frae Drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then styens, &c.

Believe me, friends, these are her words: She says--Get hyem, ye w----'s birds, Else aw'll bray ye as flat as t----s, Cries drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then styens, &c.

She says--Ye have a w----e at hyem, And if ye'll not let me alyen, Maw faith, aw'll break your rumple byen, Says drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then styens, &c.

She'll myek the place like thunner ring, And down the stairs her things will fling, And cry--Get out, yor ---- thing-- Cries drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then styens, &c.

Then in the house she sits and chats, The bairns, then, hit her door such bats-- She calls them a' the h.e.l.lish cats, Dis drucken Bella Roy, O!

Then styens, &c.

She shouts until she hurts her head, And then she's forc'd to gan' ti bed, Which is a piece of straw, down spread For drucken Bella Roy, O!