Ye're all ower slaw' behawf for me
'At wait impatient for the moornin',
O' sike a day.
THE YORKSHIRE LAD IN LONDON.
WHEN I left father and mother, sister and brother,
They all cried you'll surely be undone;
For resolved was I my fortune to try,
And just take a trip to London—
Cry'd my father, "When there, dont curse and swear