YESTERNEET.
II geet up a-milkin’ this mornin’,—I geet up afore it wur leet;I ne’er slept a minute for thinkin’What Robin said yesterneet;I’ve brokken two basins i’th dairy;I’ve scoaded my gronny wi’ tay;It’s no use a tryin’ a-spinnin’—My wheel’s eawt o’ trim to-day.Chorus.It’s oh, yon Robin, yon Robin;His e’en ne’er twinkle’t so breet,As they did when he meazur’t my fingerFor th’ little gowd ring last neet.Eawr Dorothy’s singin’ i’th shippon;Eawr Jonathan’s leawngin’ i’th fowd;Eawr Tummy’s at th’ fair, where he lippensO’ swappin’ his cowt for gowd;My gronny’s asleep wi’ her knittin’,An’ th’ kittlin’s playin’ wi’ th’ yarn;Eawr Betty’s gone eawt wi’ a gallonTo th’ chaps at their wark i’th barn.Chorus—But oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.Th’ lasses an’ lads are i’th meadow;They’re gettin’ their baggin’ i’th hay;I yer ’em as leetsome as layrocks,I’th sky ov a shiny day;But, little I care for their marlocks;I dunnot want them for to see,Though I’m fitter for cryin’ than laughin’,There’s nob’dy as fain as me.Chorus—For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.When I crept into th’ nook wi’ my sewin’,My mother looked reawnd so sly;Hoo know’d I could see across th’ coppice,Where Robin comes ridin’ by;Then hoo coom to me, smilin’ an’ tootin’,An’ whisperin’, “Heaw doesto feel?Dost think I should send for a doctor?”But, th’ doctor hoo knows reet weel.Chorus—It’s nought i’th world but Robin.My feyther sits dozin’ i’th corner,He’s dreamin’ o’th harvest day;When Robin comes in for his daughter,Eh, what’ll my feyther say?Th’ rosebuds are peepin’ i’th garden;An’ th’ blossom’s o’th apple tree;Oh, heaw will life’s winter time find us,—Yon Robin o’ mine, an’ me?Chorus—For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.Then, hey for kisses an’ blushes,An’ hurryin’ to an’ fro;An’ hey for sly, sweet whispers,That nob’dy but me mun know!Then, hey for rings, an’ ribbins,An’ bonnets, an’ posies fine!An’ eh,—it’s o’ in a flutter,—This little fond heart o’ mine!Chorus.For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin;His e’en ne’er twinkle’t so breet,As they did when he meazur’t my fingerFor th’ little gowd ring last neet.
II geet up a-milkin’ this mornin’,—I geet up afore it wur leet;I ne’er slept a minute for thinkin’What Robin said yesterneet;I’ve brokken two basins i’th dairy;I’ve scoaded my gronny wi’ tay;It’s no use a tryin’ a-spinnin’—My wheel’s eawt o’ trim to-day.Chorus.It’s oh, yon Robin, yon Robin;His e’en ne’er twinkle’t so breet,As they did when he meazur’t my fingerFor th’ little gowd ring last neet.Eawr Dorothy’s singin’ i’th shippon;Eawr Jonathan’s leawngin’ i’th fowd;Eawr Tummy’s at th’ fair, where he lippensO’ swappin’ his cowt for gowd;My gronny’s asleep wi’ her knittin’,An’ th’ kittlin’s playin’ wi’ th’ yarn;Eawr Betty’s gone eawt wi’ a gallonTo th’ chaps at their wark i’th barn.Chorus—But oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.Th’ lasses an’ lads are i’th meadow;They’re gettin’ their baggin’ i’th hay;I yer ’em as leetsome as layrocks,I’th sky ov a shiny day;But, little I care for their marlocks;I dunnot want them for to see,Though I’m fitter for cryin’ than laughin’,There’s nob’dy as fain as me.Chorus—For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.When I crept into th’ nook wi’ my sewin’,My mother looked reawnd so sly;Hoo know’d I could see across th’ coppice,Where Robin comes ridin’ by;Then hoo coom to me, smilin’ an’ tootin’,An’ whisperin’, “Heaw doesto feel?Dost think I should send for a doctor?”But, th’ doctor hoo knows reet weel.Chorus—It’s nought i’th world but Robin.My feyther sits dozin’ i’th corner,He’s dreamin’ o’th harvest day;When Robin comes in for his daughter,Eh, what’ll my feyther say?Th’ rosebuds are peepin’ i’th garden;An’ th’ blossom’s o’th apple tree;Oh, heaw will life’s winter time find us,—Yon Robin o’ mine, an’ me?Chorus—For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.Then, hey for kisses an’ blushes,An’ hurryin’ to an’ fro;An’ hey for sly, sweet whispers,That nob’dy but me mun know!Then, hey for rings, an’ ribbins,An’ bonnets, an’ posies fine!An’ eh,—it’s o’ in a flutter,—This little fond heart o’ mine!Chorus.For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin;His e’en ne’er twinkle’t so breet,As they did when he meazur’t my fingerFor th’ little gowd ring last neet.
II geet up a-milkin’ this mornin’,—I geet up afore it wur leet;I ne’er slept a minute for thinkin’What Robin said yesterneet;I’ve brokken two basins i’th dairy;I’ve scoaded my gronny wi’ tay;It’s no use a tryin’ a-spinnin’—My wheel’s eawt o’ trim to-day.
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Chorus.It’s oh, yon Robin, yon Robin;His e’en ne’er twinkle’t so breet,As they did when he meazur’t my fingerFor th’ little gowd ring last neet.
Eawr Dorothy’s singin’ i’th shippon;Eawr Jonathan’s leawngin’ i’th fowd;Eawr Tummy’s at th’ fair, where he lippensO’ swappin’ his cowt for gowd;My gronny’s asleep wi’ her knittin’,An’ th’ kittlin’s playin’ wi’ th’ yarn;Eawr Betty’s gone eawt wi’ a gallonTo th’ chaps at their wark i’th barn.
Chorus—But oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.
Th’ lasses an’ lads are i’th meadow;They’re gettin’ their baggin’ i’th hay;I yer ’em as leetsome as layrocks,I’th sky ov a shiny day;But, little I care for their marlocks;I dunnot want them for to see,Though I’m fitter for cryin’ than laughin’,There’s nob’dy as fain as me.
Chorus—For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.
When I crept into th’ nook wi’ my sewin’,My mother looked reawnd so sly;Hoo know’d I could see across th’ coppice,Where Robin comes ridin’ by;Then hoo coom to me, smilin’ an’ tootin’,An’ whisperin’, “Heaw doesto feel?Dost think I should send for a doctor?”But, th’ doctor hoo knows reet weel.
Chorus—It’s nought i’th world but Robin.
My feyther sits dozin’ i’th corner,He’s dreamin’ o’th harvest day;When Robin comes in for his daughter,Eh, what’ll my feyther say?Th’ rosebuds are peepin’ i’th garden;An’ th’ blossom’s o’th apple tree;Oh, heaw will life’s winter time find us,—Yon Robin o’ mine, an’ me?
Chorus—For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin.
Then, hey for kisses an’ blushes,An’ hurryin’ to an’ fro;An’ hey for sly, sweet whispers,That nob’dy but me mun know!Then, hey for rings, an’ ribbins,An’ bonnets, an’ posies fine!An’ eh,—it’s o’ in a flutter,—This little fond heart o’ mine!
Chorus.For oh, yon Robin, yon Robin;His e’en ne’er twinkle’t so breet,As they did when he meazur’t my fingerFor th’ little gowd ring last neet.