When a' his friends that round him stood,
Had gettin' him put reet, man,
They a' went tiv the Robin Hood,
To spend a jovial neet, man;
Ne mair for Billy they did weep,
But happy they did seem, man;—
Just then aw waken'd frae my sleep,
And fand it was a dream, man.
JOCKER.
Tune—"O, gin I had her."
Hae ye seen my Jocker,
Hae ye seen my Jocker,
Hae ye' seen my Jocker
Comin' up the Kee?
Wiv his short blue jacket,
Wiv his short blue jacket,
Wiv his short blue jacket,
And his hat agee!
(Spoken.)—Jin. A! lyucka, noo, at clarty Nan, there!—what's she singin' at?
Nan.—What is aw singin' at! What's that ti ye? What it aw singin' at! Ah, wey, noo!—hev aw ti give ower singin' for ye? Ah! wey, noo! there's a platter-fyeced bunter for ye!—there's a smother-bairn w——! there's a pink amang the pissy-beds! Ah! wey, noo!... Ye'd mair need gan hyem, and get the dust wesht off ye. Ah! wey, noo—what's that!
O, maw hinny, Jocker,
O, maw hinny, Jocker,
O, maw hinny, Jocker—
Jocker's the lad for me!
Jocker was a keelman,
Jocker was a keelman,
Jocker was a keelman,
When he follow'd me.
(Spoken.)—But he's exalted now—O, bliss him, aye!—for
He's a porter-pokeman,
He's a porter-pokeman,
He's a porter-pokeman,
Workin' on the Kee.