THE PITMAN'S RAMBLE.
Tune—"The Kebbuckstane Wedding."
BY R. EMERY.
Wor pit was laid in, and but little ti de,
Says aw, Neighbour Dicky, let's off to Newcassel,
Their grand alterations aw's langin' to see,—
hey say, they're se fine, that they'll gar wor een dazzel.
We reach'd the Black House, and we call'd for some beer,
When whe should pop in but the landlord, se handy—
He wish'd us se kindly a happy new year,
And he rosin'd wor gobs with a glass o' French brandy.
We left wor good friend, an' got down to the shop
That has some fine lasses frae Lunnin se clivver,—
Astonish'd, aw star'd till near like for to drop,
At their great panes o' glass that wad cover Tyne river!
Says Dick, it's been myed for greet folk like Lord 'Size—
It belangs to Broad Brim that myed brass at the corner;
At poor folks like us, now, he'll cock up his eyes,
As he sits at the end, there, like Little Jack Horner.
We wheel'd reet about—spied a far finer seet,
As we went to the grocer's, to get some rag backy—
Lairge goold cups an' watches, se bonny and breet,
An' fine Fardin Pants runnin' whisky and jacky!
Aw wish'd aw could get mi gob fair at the spout,
Aw'd pay for a sook o' this liquor se funny,—
Says Dick, the door's bolted to keep the crowd out—
It's a place made to glow'r at, but not to take money.
We down to the Doctor's that lives in the Side,
Who cures folks o' hairy-legg'd monsters, like donkies!
Cull cheps for his worm cakes frae far an' near ride—
Poor pitmen, an' farmers, an' keelmen, an' flonkies;
A chep at the window did offer to swear,
For truth, that this doctor, se clivver an' cunnin',
Did take frae his sister, the very last year,
A worm that wad reach frae Newcassel to Lunnin!!!
At last to the Play-house aw swagger'd wi' Dick,—
They've us'd the King's Airms an' the paintings most shocking,
Yen said, since the house had been kept by Awd Nick,
Wi' humbugs an' lees he'd Newcassel been mocking.
Says aw—Canny man, dis Awd Nick manage here!
That cunnin' black fiend that gav Eve the bad apple!!
Us Ranters will suen frae this place make him sheer,
An' we'll preach in't worsels, then we'll bang Brunswick Chapel!