The dead-house they reach'd, where his Lordship they found, Now the Mansion-house Butler thus gravely depos'd :- Now his narrative ended-the Butler retir'd, foolishly eyes; "Aw was setten the keel, wi' Dick Stavers an' Mat, Sae aw huik'd him an' hawl'd him suin into the keel, prunded Sae aw brought him ashore here, an' doctors, in vain, For ye see there he's lying as deed as a stane,- Now the Jury for close consultation retir❜d: My Lord gave a groan, and wide open'd his eyes; BOB CRANKY's 'SIZE SUNDAY. Set to Music by THOMAS TRAIN, of Gateshead. HO'WAY and aw'll sing thee a tune, mun, 'Bout huz see'n my Lord at the town, mun, Aw w seer aw was smart, now Aw'll lay thee a quart, now Nyen' them aw cut a dash like Bob Cranky. When aw pat on my blue coat that shines se, My sark sic sma' threed, man, My pig-tail se greet, man! Od smash! what a buck was Bob Cranky. Blue stockings, white clocks, and reed garters, Eh! sarties! ni! ni! Sic verra fine things had Bob Cranky. Aw went to awd Tom's and fand Nancy, Aw like thou as weel Ho'way to the town wi' Bob Cranky. As up Jenny's backside we were bangin, But ye shanna gan aside us, For ye're not half se fine as Bob Cranky. Ki' Geordy, We leve i' yen raw, weyet,, And to hew aw'm not flay'd, afrond Bob hez thee at lowpin and fingin, And cross owre the buckle, When ye dance? like the clever Bob Cranky. Thou naws, i' my hoggars and drawers, T' the spletter his daddy, Nyen handles the pick like Bob Cranky. So, Geordy, od smash my pit sarik! And myek thy nose bloody, If thou sets up thy gob to Bob Cranky. Nan laugh'd-t'church we gat without 'im; The greet crowd, becrike, how aw hew'd 'em! Smasht a keel-bully roar'd, Clear the road! Whilk's my lord? Owse se high as the noble Bob Cranky. Aw lup up an' catch'd just a short gliff Se fine and se canny, Ods heft! what a seet for Bob Cranky. Then away we set off to the yell-house, Se curl'd and se big; For nyen saw'd se weel as Bob Cranky. Aw gat drunk, fit, and kick'd up a racket, My hinny, thou's fuddled, Ho'way hyem now, my bonny Bob Cranky. No not a fine viewer, Durst jaw to the noble Bob Cranky. What care aw for my new suit, a' tatters, To bang a' wor Concern, ki' Bob Cranky. O' the flesh and breed day when wour bun', mun, Aw'l buy clase far bonnyer than thon, mun; For, od smash my neavel! As lang as wour yebble, Let's keep up the day, ki' Bob Cranky. BOB CRANKY's COMPLAINT. ODD smash! 'tis hard aw can't rub dust off, Aw can't tell how lang man, All myeking a gam o' Bob Cranky. Ma blue coat and pigtail's my awn, wyet! They ar❜n't se fine as Bob Cranky. If aw fin the Owther, as sure as a'm Bob, A'll mak him sing the wrang side o' his gob, A'll gi'm sic sobbling A'll set him hyem hobbling, For myeking a gam o' Bob Cranky. A'll myek his noddle as reed as ma garters; 'Till he swears ne'er to mak Ony mair sangs o' Bob Cranky. Aw wonder the maist how he did spy, Sic as wi' Punch aw did see, Our viewer sez aw can't de better, The pik fits ma hand best, A pen's owr sma for Bob Cranky. Nan, whe a'll marry or its very lang, Sez, "Hinny, din't mind the cull fellow's sang, "Gif he dis se agyan, "Our schyul maister's pen "Shall tak pairt wi' ma bonny Bob Cranky." "Ize warrn't, gif aw weer my pillease, "An ma hat myed of very sma strees; "He'll be chock full o' spite, "An about us will write, "An say Ize owre fine for Bob Cranky." |