NATTERIN NAN.

WHEN Willy once he stayed,To fetch home a lamb that straied,Under a hill-side,A bonny lasse he spide,Of whom he was well apaied.Her cheeks like cherries growing,Her lips like rose-buds blowing;Her eyes black and cleare,As the sloe upon the breere,Or the worme in the hedge lies glowing.Her waist so small and slender,Her skin so soft and tender,He sigh'd and he saidThat she was a fair maid,And his love to her he'd render.The wind did seem to playWith her tresses as she lay;Betwixt hope and feare,He was in despaire,To give her the time of the day.Yet resolv'd to court this minion,There stept in a new opinion;This timorous clowneThought Phœbe had come downTo speake with her loved Endimion.His errand quite forgotten,He lean'd to a tree was rotten;He swore by the masse,There was never such a lasse!His heart with a shaft was shotten.Then boldly he stept unto her,His eyes shot affection through her;He cast away fears,And pricking up his ears,Thus Willy began to wooe her."Good day," quoth he, "my honny!Thou dearer to me than money;I'le lose my little lambe,And gladly give the damme,To be lov'd by a lasse so bonny."Now list to what I'le tell thee,There's none in shape doth excell thee,So thou wilt wed me,None happier than thee;For better day ere befell me."Of nuts I'le give thee plenty,And red side apples twenty;My butter I'le leese,To make thee summer cheese,And creame to make egge-pies dainty."My lambs new gowns shall bear thee,No daylockes shall ere come near thee;The poultry of the towneShall cackle without downe,Ere I'le want a soft bed to cheer thee."My bagpipes mirth shall make thee,Each morn with a song I'le wake thee;At night I'le not faileTo tell a merry tale,And make thy sad thoughts forsake thee."

WHEN Willy once he stayed,To fetch home a lamb that straied,Under a hill-side,A bonny lasse he spide,Of whom he was well apaied.

WHEN Willy once he stayed,

To fetch home a lamb that straied,

Under a hill-side,

A bonny lasse he spide,

Of whom he was well apaied.

Her cheeks like cherries growing,Her lips like rose-buds blowing;Her eyes black and cleare,As the sloe upon the breere,Or the worme in the hedge lies glowing.

Her cheeks like cherries growing,

Her lips like rose-buds blowing;

Her eyes black and cleare,

As the sloe upon the breere,

Or the worme in the hedge lies glowing.

Her waist so small and slender,Her skin so soft and tender,He sigh'd and he saidThat she was a fair maid,And his love to her he'd render.

Her waist so small and slender,

Her skin so soft and tender,

He sigh'd and he said

That she was a fair maid,

And his love to her he'd render.

The wind did seem to playWith her tresses as she lay;Betwixt hope and feare,He was in despaire,To give her the time of the day.

The wind did seem to play

With her tresses as she lay;

Betwixt hope and feare,

He was in despaire,

To give her the time of the day.

Yet resolv'd to court this minion,There stept in a new opinion;This timorous clowneThought Phœbe had come downTo speake with her loved Endimion.

Yet resolv'd to court this minion,

There stept in a new opinion;

This timorous clowne

Thought Phœbe had come down

To speake with her loved Endimion.

His errand quite forgotten,He lean'd to a tree was rotten;He swore by the masse,There was never such a lasse!His heart with a shaft was shotten.

His errand quite forgotten,

He lean'd to a tree was rotten;

He swore by the masse,

There was never such a lasse!

His heart with a shaft was shotten.

Then boldly he stept unto her,His eyes shot affection through her;He cast away fears,And pricking up his ears,Thus Willy began to wooe her.

Then boldly he stept unto her,

His eyes shot affection through her;

He cast away fears,

And pricking up his ears,

Thus Willy began to wooe her.

"Good day," quoth he, "my honny!Thou dearer to me than money;I'le lose my little lambe,And gladly give the damme,To be lov'd by a lasse so bonny.

"Good day," quoth he, "my honny!

Thou dearer to me than money;

I'le lose my little lambe,

And gladly give the damme,

To be lov'd by a lasse so bonny.

"Now list to what I'le tell thee,There's none in shape doth excell thee,So thou wilt wed me,None happier than thee;For better day ere befell me.

"Now list to what I'le tell thee,

There's none in shape doth excell thee,

So thou wilt wed me,

None happier than thee;

For better day ere befell me.

"Of nuts I'le give thee plenty,And red side apples twenty;My butter I'le leese,To make thee summer cheese,And creame to make egge-pies dainty.

"Of nuts I'le give thee plenty,

And red side apples twenty;

My butter I'le leese,

To make thee summer cheese,

And creame to make egge-pies dainty.

"My lambs new gowns shall bear thee,No daylockes shall ere come near thee;The poultry of the towneShall cackle without downe,Ere I'le want a soft bed to cheer thee.

"My lambs new gowns shall bear thee,

No daylockes shall ere come near thee;

The poultry of the towne

Shall cackle without downe,

Ere I'le want a soft bed to cheer thee.

"My bagpipes mirth shall make thee,Each morn with a song I'le wake thee;At night I'le not faileTo tell a merry tale,And make thy sad thoughts forsake thee."

"My bagpipes mirth shall make thee,

Each morn with a song I'le wake thee;

At night I'le not faile

To tell a merry tale,

And make thy sad thoughts forsake thee."

"White lillies shall pave the closes,Each brier shall blush with roses;The gross green and sweet,Shall kiss thy tender feet,And the medows shall yield thee posies."With shady bowers set ore thee,With thousand contents I'le store thee;While by some clear brooke,With my little dog and hooke,I'le bring my fine ewes before thee."While thus he was close set at her,Quoth she, "I suspect the matter,For an houres sport;Like the false alluring court,The country has learned to flatter."Therefore leave off thy wooing;I love not such short doing,And come unto the matter;I love not for to flatter,True affection hates long suing."But if your love will prove steady,Till Hymen had made him ready,Then surfeit all nightIn a captive maids delight,Which yet but ayre hath fed ye."Quoth he, "I love none above thee,For chastity I prove thee;As constant I'le prove,As the mate unto the dove,Nay, though thou wert dead, I'le love thee!"And all contents I'le give thee,So that thou wilt live with me;My life and all I'le loose,Ere I my love abuse,And all my rich kith unto me."As Willy thus was talking,The shepherd's eyes were walking;Each legge and each limbe,So tricked, so trim,She thought it no time of balking.Her heart with love was taken,God Cupid did her awaken;And cast a cheerfull eye,Upon him by and by,To show he was not forsaken.His lips to hers he laid,She never a word gain-said;Thus joyning their hands,They tyed the nuptiall bands,Which never till death decai'd.Such happy joy God send me,When I to wed intend me;And to each faithfull lover,Where they be one or other,I heartily commend thee.

"White lillies shall pave the closes,Each brier shall blush with roses;The gross green and sweet,Shall kiss thy tender feet,And the medows shall yield thee posies.

"White lillies shall pave the closes,

Each brier shall blush with roses;

The gross green and sweet,

Shall kiss thy tender feet,

And the medows shall yield thee posies.

"With shady bowers set ore thee,With thousand contents I'le store thee;While by some clear brooke,With my little dog and hooke,I'le bring my fine ewes before thee."

"With shady bowers set ore thee,

With thousand contents I'le store thee;

While by some clear brooke,

With my little dog and hooke,

I'le bring my fine ewes before thee."

While thus he was close set at her,Quoth she, "I suspect the matter,For an houres sport;Like the false alluring court,The country has learned to flatter.

While thus he was close set at her,

Quoth she, "I suspect the matter,

For an houres sport;

Like the false alluring court,

The country has learned to flatter.

"Therefore leave off thy wooing;I love not such short doing,And come unto the matter;I love not for to flatter,True affection hates long suing.

"Therefore leave off thy wooing;

I love not such short doing,

And come unto the matter;

I love not for to flatter,

True affection hates long suing.

"But if your love will prove steady,Till Hymen had made him ready,Then surfeit all nightIn a captive maids delight,Which yet but ayre hath fed ye."

"But if your love will prove steady,

Till Hymen had made him ready,

Then surfeit all night

In a captive maids delight,

Which yet but ayre hath fed ye."

Quoth he, "I love none above thee,For chastity I prove thee;As constant I'le prove,As the mate unto the dove,Nay, though thou wert dead, I'le love thee!

Quoth he, "I love none above thee,

For chastity I prove thee;

As constant I'le prove,

As the mate unto the dove,

Nay, though thou wert dead, I'le love thee!

"And all contents I'le give thee,So that thou wilt live with me;My life and all I'le loose,Ere I my love abuse,And all my rich kith unto me."

"And all contents I'le give thee,

So that thou wilt live with me;

My life and all I'le loose,

Ere I my love abuse,

And all my rich kith unto me."

As Willy thus was talking,The shepherd's eyes were walking;Each legge and each limbe,So tricked, so trim,She thought it no time of balking.

As Willy thus was talking,

The shepherd's eyes were walking;

Each legge and each limbe,

So tricked, so trim,

She thought it no time of balking.

Her heart with love was taken,God Cupid did her awaken;And cast a cheerfull eye,Upon him by and by,To show he was not forsaken.

Her heart with love was taken,

God Cupid did her awaken;

And cast a cheerfull eye,

Upon him by and by,

To show he was not forsaken.

His lips to hers he laid,She never a word gain-said;Thus joyning their hands,They tyed the nuptiall bands,Which never till death decai'd.

His lips to hers he laid,

She never a word gain-said;

Thus joyning their hands,

They tyed the nuptiall bands,

Which never till death decai'd.

Such happy joy God send me,When I to wed intend me;And to each faithfull lover,Where they be one or other,I heartily commend thee.

Such happy joy God send me,

When I to wed intend me;

And to each faithfull lover,

Where they be one or other,

I heartily commend thee.

BE A YORKSHUR LIKENASS TAKER.[212]

NOA daht ye'll all ev eard abahtT' Appolloa Belvidere,A statty, thowt be sum ta beFro' ivvery failin tlear.All reyt an streyt i' mak and shap,A mould for t'race o' men,A dahnreyt, upreyt, beng-up chap,Nut mitch unlike mesen.Nah, thaw ye knaw he's nowt bud stoan,He lewks sa grand an big,That little durst ya pool his noas,Ur lug his twisted wig.Pratly, reyt pratly, ovver t'floor,A tep e toas ye walk,An hod yur breeath for varry awe,An whisper when ya tauk.There's that abaht him, bud I knaw'ntNut reytly hah ta say't,That maks ya feel as small as thievesAnent a magistrate.Yee've seen that dolt o'mucky tlay,O't face o' Pudsa Doas,T'owd madlin 's worn it all his life,An fancied it a noas.Yond props is like a pair o' tengsO' Sykes's, yet by t' megs,When he wur souber as a judge,A've eard him call em legs.So Heaven be praised for self-consate,Withaht it ah sud sayWee'se hate wursen we all wur meetFor ivver an a day.When sitch like lewks at t' marble GodEgoy! ha wide they gape,An wunder which they favver t'moast,A boggard or an ape.An sum we envy and we spiteGet filled ta that degree,They'd knock his noas off if they durst,Or give him a black ee.He sumhah kests a leet on things'At fowk noan wants ta see,Thear's few likes tellin what they areOr what they owt ta be.Wah, wah, purfecshun nivver didTo Adam's bairns beleng,An lewk at mortals as we willWe fynd a summat wreng.For Adam gate so mesht wi't fall,That all o't human raceGrow sadly aht o' shap it mind,I't karkiss an it' face.There's noan sa blynd bud tha can seeSum fawts i' other men;A've sumtimes met we fowk 'at thowtThey saw sum i' thersen.An t'best o' chaps al fynd thersenAt times i' t' fawty dlass,A've doubled t'neiv, afoar ta day,At t' fooil i't seemin dlass.Bud twarst o' fawts at a've seen yet,I' woman ur i' man,Is t'weary naagin nengin turn,'At plagued poor Natterin Nan.A' went one summer afternoinTa see hur poar owd man,An aadly bed I darkened t'door,When t'worrit thus began:"A-wah did ivver! wot a treat,Ta see thy father's sun,Come forrad lad an sit ta dahn,An al set t' kettle on.""Nay, nay," says ah, "ah'm noan o' them'At calls at t'time by t'clock;"An bumps em dahn it corner chair,An gloares reyt hard at t'jock."Tha nontkate witta hod thee tung,He'll sooin be hear I'ce think,Soa if thall sit an leet thee pipe,Ah'll fotch a sope o' drink.""Owd lass," says ah, "thart hey i' boneAn rayther low i' beef;""Ah barn," says shoo, "this year or two,'Av hed a deal o' grief."Ah'm nut a wuman 'at oft speyks,Or sings fowk doleful sengs,Bud ah can tell me mind ta thee,Tha knaws wot things belengs."Tha noaticed ah noan lewked sa staat,An ah can trewly say,Fro t'last back end o' t'year ta nah,A've nut been weel a day."An wot we sickness, wot we grief,Ah'm doin tha may depend;It's been a weary moild an tew,Bud nah it gets near t'end."A've bowt all t'sister 'at ah hevA black merina gaan;Fowk thinks ah'm rarely off, but, lad,A'm thenkful 'at ah'm baan."We' t'world an ivvery thing at's in't,Ah'm crost to that degree,That mony a time i't day ah've pra'dTo lig ma doan an dee."What ah've ta tak fro t'least i't haaseIs moar nur flesh can beear,It is'nt just a time be chonceBud ivvery day i't year."Noa livin sowl a'top o' t'earth,Wor tried as ah've been tried;There's noabdy bud the Lord an me,'At knaws what ah've ta bide."Fro t'wind at t'stomach, t'rewmatism,An tengin pains it goom;Fro coffs an cowds, an t'spine it back,Ah suffer martyrdom."Bud noabdy pities ma, or thinksAh'm ailin owt at all;T'poor slave mun tug an tew we t'warkWolivver shoo can crawl."An Johnny's t' moast unfeelin brewt'At ivver ware a heead;He woddunt weg a hand ur fooitIf ah wur all bud deead."It mid'st o' all ah've hed ta dew,That roag wur nivver t'manTa fotch a coil, or scar a fleg,Ur wesh a pot ur pan."Fowk says 'ar Sal 'al sooin be wed.Bud t'thowt on't turns ma sick,'Ah'd rayther hing hur up by t'neck,Ur see her berrid wick."An if ah new a barn o' mine,Wur born ta lead my life,Ah suddent think it wor a sinTa stick hur wi' a knife."Ah've ax'd ar Johnny twenty timesTa bring a sweep ta t' doar,Bud nah, afoar a'll speyk agean,Ah'll sit it t'haase an smoar."An then, gooid grashus, what a windComes whewin throo t'doar sneck,Ah felt it all t'last winter likeA whittle at my neck."That sink-pipe tu gate stopt wi' muck,Aboon a fortnit sin;So ivvery aar it day wi' t'slops,Am treshin aht an in."Aw! when ah think hah ah've been tret,An hah ah tew an strive,Ta tell thee t'honest trewth, ah'm cappedTa fynd mesen alive."When he's been rakin aht a't neetAt market ur a't fair;Sitch thowts hes coom inta me heeadAs lifted up me air."Ah've thowt, ay lad, when tha cums hoam,Tha'll fynd ma hung by 't neck,Bud then ah've mebbe thowt ageanAt t' coord ud happen brek."Or else ah've mutterd if i't wor'ntSa dark, an cowd, an weet,Ah'd go ta't navvy, or ta't dam,An draand mesen ta neet."It's greef, lad, nowt at all bud greef,At wastes me day be day;So Sattan temps ma cos ah'm wakeTa put mesen away."Towd chap heerd pairt o'what shoo sed,As he cam clompin in,An shauted in a red-fac'd rage,"Od rot it, hod the din."Then Nan began to froth an fume,An fiz like botteld drink,"Wat then, tha's enterd t'haase agean,Tha offald lewkin slink."Tha nivver cums theas doars withinBud tha mun curse an sweear,An try ta bring ma ta me graveWe breedin hurries hear."At thee an thine sin wed we worAh've taen no end o' greef,An nah tha stamps ma under t'fooit,Tha murderin roag an theef."Tha villan gimma wat ah browt,'At day at we wur wed,An nivver moar wi' one like theeWill ah set fooit e' bed."Here t' dowdy lifted tull her eenA yard a gooid lin check,An sob'd, an roar'd, an rock'd hersen,As if her art ud breck.An then shoo rave reit up be't rooitsA andful of her air,An fitterd like a deein dukAn shutturd aht a't chair."Aw! Jonny! run for't doctur, lad,Ah feel ah can tel hah."Sais Jonny, "Leet thee pipe agean,Shoo'l coom abaht enah."Sais ah, "Ah nivver saw a chapSa eeasyful and fat,Tha'll suarly lend a elpin andTa lift hur of a't plat."Bud better hed it been for himIf he'd neer sturr'd a peg;My garturs! what a pawse he gatFra Nan rumatic leg.Sooin, varry sooin, sho coom abahtAn flang, an tare, an rave,E sich a way as fu cud dewWe' one fooit i' ther grave.An at it went hur tongue ageean,That minnit shoo fan eease,"Tha villan tha, tha knaws thee waysBrings on sitch girds as theeas."Aw if tha'd strike ma stiff at once,Ur stab ma ta me hart,I then cud dee content, for fowkUd naw reyt what ta art."Unfeelin brewt, unfeelin brewt,Ah neer wur weel an strong;There's nobbut one thing cheers ma nah,Ah cannut last sa long."Ta stand up in a thing at's reyt,It isant i' me natur,There is at knaws I awlus wurA poor, soft, quiat cratur."One thing ah can say if me lifeTa neet sud end it leease;Ah've doin my dewty an tha knawsAh awlus strave for peease."Ah knaw, ah knaw at ah'm it gate,Tha's other oats ta thresh;So when ah's dun for tha ma wedYou gooid for nowt young tresh."Then Nan pool'd summat aht o't drawerWhite as a summer claad;Ses I ta Jonny, "What's that thear?"Ses Jonny, "It's a shraad."An t'coffin coom tu, bud ah swareI woddunt ha't it haase,So, when shoo's muled, shoo sews at that,As quiat as a maase."Then Nan lewkt at me we a lewk,So yonderly an sad,"Tha'll coom ta t'berrin?" "Yus," says ah,"Ah sall be varry dlad.""An bid the Mother," Jonny cried,"An ax the Uncle Ben,Fur all hur prayers for suddan deeath,Sal hev my best 'Amen.'"

NOA daht ye'll all ev eard abahtT' Appolloa Belvidere,A statty, thowt be sum ta beFro' ivvery failin tlear.

NOA daht ye'll all ev eard abaht

T' Appolloa Belvidere,

A statty, thowt be sum ta be

Fro' ivvery failin tlear.

All reyt an streyt i' mak and shap,A mould for t'race o' men,A dahnreyt, upreyt, beng-up chap,Nut mitch unlike mesen.

All reyt an streyt i' mak and shap,

A mould for t'race o' men,

A dahnreyt, upreyt, beng-up chap,

Nut mitch unlike mesen.

Nah, thaw ye knaw he's nowt bud stoan,He lewks sa grand an big,That little durst ya pool his noas,Ur lug his twisted wig.

Nah, thaw ye knaw he's nowt bud stoan,

He lewks sa grand an big,

That little durst ya pool his noas,

Ur lug his twisted wig.

Pratly, reyt pratly, ovver t'floor,A tep e toas ye walk,An hod yur breeath for varry awe,An whisper when ya tauk.

Pratly, reyt pratly, ovver t'floor,

A tep e toas ye walk,

An hod yur breeath for varry awe,

An whisper when ya tauk.

There's that abaht him, bud I knaw'ntNut reytly hah ta say't,That maks ya feel as small as thievesAnent a magistrate.

There's that abaht him, bud I knaw'nt

Nut reytly hah ta say't,

That maks ya feel as small as thieves

Anent a magistrate.

Yee've seen that dolt o'mucky tlay,O't face o' Pudsa Doas,T'owd madlin 's worn it all his life,An fancied it a noas.

Yee've seen that dolt o'mucky tlay,

O't face o' Pudsa Doas,

T'owd madlin 's worn it all his life,

An fancied it a noas.

Yond props is like a pair o' tengsO' Sykes's, yet by t' megs,When he wur souber as a judge,A've eard him call em legs.

Yond props is like a pair o' tengs

O' Sykes's, yet by t' megs,

When he wur souber as a judge,

A've eard him call em legs.

So Heaven be praised for self-consate,Withaht it ah sud sayWee'se hate wursen we all wur meetFor ivver an a day.

So Heaven be praised for self-consate,

Withaht it ah sud say

Wee'se hate wursen we all wur meet

For ivver an a day.

When sitch like lewks at t' marble GodEgoy! ha wide they gape,An wunder which they favver t'moast,A boggard or an ape.

When sitch like lewks at t' marble God

Egoy! ha wide they gape,

An wunder which they favver t'moast,

A boggard or an ape.

An sum we envy and we spiteGet filled ta that degree,They'd knock his noas off if they durst,Or give him a black ee.

An sum we envy and we spite

Get filled ta that degree,

They'd knock his noas off if they durst,

Or give him a black ee.

He sumhah kests a leet on things'At fowk noan wants ta see,Thear's few likes tellin what they areOr what they owt ta be.

He sumhah kests a leet on things

'At fowk noan wants ta see,

Thear's few likes tellin what they are

Or what they owt ta be.

Wah, wah, purfecshun nivver didTo Adam's bairns beleng,An lewk at mortals as we willWe fynd a summat wreng.

Wah, wah, purfecshun nivver did

To Adam's bairns beleng,

An lewk at mortals as we will

We fynd a summat wreng.

For Adam gate so mesht wi't fall,That all o't human raceGrow sadly aht o' shap it mind,I't karkiss an it' face.

For Adam gate so mesht wi't fall,

That all o't human race

Grow sadly aht o' shap it mind,

I't karkiss an it' face.

There's noan sa blynd bud tha can seeSum fawts i' other men;A've sumtimes met we fowk 'at thowtThey saw sum i' thersen.

There's noan sa blynd bud tha can see

Sum fawts i' other men;

A've sumtimes met we fowk 'at thowt

They saw sum i' thersen.

An t'best o' chaps al fynd thersenAt times i' t' fawty dlass,A've doubled t'neiv, afoar ta day,At t' fooil i't seemin dlass.

An t'best o' chaps al fynd thersen

At times i' t' fawty dlass,

A've doubled t'neiv, afoar ta day,

At t' fooil i't seemin dlass.

Bud twarst o' fawts at a've seen yet,I' woman ur i' man,Is t'weary naagin nengin turn,'At plagued poor Natterin Nan.

Bud twarst o' fawts at a've seen yet,

I' woman ur i' man,

Is t'weary naagin nengin turn,

'At plagued poor Natterin Nan.

A' went one summer afternoinTa see hur poar owd man,An aadly bed I darkened t'door,When t'worrit thus began:

A' went one summer afternoin

Ta see hur poar owd man,

An aadly bed I darkened t'door,

When t'worrit thus began:

"A-wah did ivver! wot a treat,Ta see thy father's sun,Come forrad lad an sit ta dahn,An al set t' kettle on."

"A-wah did ivver! wot a treat,

Ta see thy father's sun,

Come forrad lad an sit ta dahn,

An al set t' kettle on."

"Nay, nay," says ah, "ah'm noan o' them'At calls at t'time by t'clock;"An bumps em dahn it corner chair,An gloares reyt hard at t'jock.

"Nay, nay," says ah, "ah'm noan o' them

'At calls at t'time by t'clock;"

An bumps em dahn it corner chair,

An gloares reyt hard at t'jock.

"Tha nontkate witta hod thee tung,He'll sooin be hear I'ce think,Soa if thall sit an leet thee pipe,Ah'll fotch a sope o' drink."

"Tha nontkate witta hod thee tung,

He'll sooin be hear I'ce think,

Soa if thall sit an leet thee pipe,

Ah'll fotch a sope o' drink."

"Owd lass," says ah, "thart hey i' boneAn rayther low i' beef;""Ah barn," says shoo, "this year or two,'Av hed a deal o' grief.

"Owd lass," says ah, "thart hey i' bone

An rayther low i' beef;"

"Ah barn," says shoo, "this year or two,

'Av hed a deal o' grief.

"Ah'm nut a wuman 'at oft speyks,Or sings fowk doleful sengs,Bud ah can tell me mind ta thee,Tha knaws wot things belengs.

"Ah'm nut a wuman 'at oft speyks,

Or sings fowk doleful sengs,

Bud ah can tell me mind ta thee,

Tha knaws wot things belengs.

"Tha noaticed ah noan lewked sa staat,An ah can trewly say,Fro t'last back end o' t'year ta nah,A've nut been weel a day.

"Tha noaticed ah noan lewked sa staat,

An ah can trewly say,

Fro t'last back end o' t'year ta nah,

A've nut been weel a day.

"An wot we sickness, wot we grief,Ah'm doin tha may depend;It's been a weary moild an tew,Bud nah it gets near t'end.

"An wot we sickness, wot we grief,

Ah'm doin tha may depend;

It's been a weary moild an tew,

Bud nah it gets near t'end.

"A've bowt all t'sister 'at ah hevA black merina gaan;Fowk thinks ah'm rarely off, but, lad,A'm thenkful 'at ah'm baan.

"A've bowt all t'sister 'at ah hev

A black merina gaan;

Fowk thinks ah'm rarely off, but, lad,

A'm thenkful 'at ah'm baan.

"We' t'world an ivvery thing at's in't,Ah'm crost to that degree,That mony a time i't day ah've pra'dTo lig ma doan an dee.

"We' t'world an ivvery thing at's in't,

Ah'm crost to that degree,

That mony a time i't day ah've pra'd

To lig ma doan an dee.

"What ah've ta tak fro t'least i't haaseIs moar nur flesh can beear,It is'nt just a time be chonceBud ivvery day i't year.

"What ah've ta tak fro t'least i't haase

Is moar nur flesh can beear,

It is'nt just a time be chonce

Bud ivvery day i't year.

"Noa livin sowl a'top o' t'earth,Wor tried as ah've been tried;There's noabdy bud the Lord an me,'At knaws what ah've ta bide.

"Noa livin sowl a'top o' t'earth,

Wor tried as ah've been tried;

There's noabdy bud the Lord an me,

'At knaws what ah've ta bide.

"Fro t'wind at t'stomach, t'rewmatism,An tengin pains it goom;Fro coffs an cowds, an t'spine it back,Ah suffer martyrdom.

"Fro t'wind at t'stomach, t'rewmatism,

An tengin pains it goom;

Fro coffs an cowds, an t'spine it back,

Ah suffer martyrdom.

"Bud noabdy pities ma, or thinksAh'm ailin owt at all;T'poor slave mun tug an tew we t'warkWolivver shoo can crawl.

"Bud noabdy pities ma, or thinks

Ah'm ailin owt at all;

T'poor slave mun tug an tew we t'wark

Wolivver shoo can crawl.

"An Johnny's t' moast unfeelin brewt'At ivver ware a heead;He woddunt weg a hand ur fooitIf ah wur all bud deead.

"An Johnny's t' moast unfeelin brewt

'At ivver ware a heead;

He woddunt weg a hand ur fooit

If ah wur all bud deead.

"It mid'st o' all ah've hed ta dew,That roag wur nivver t'manTa fotch a coil, or scar a fleg,Ur wesh a pot ur pan.

"It mid'st o' all ah've hed ta dew,

That roag wur nivver t'man

Ta fotch a coil, or scar a fleg,

Ur wesh a pot ur pan.

"Fowk says 'ar Sal 'al sooin be wed.Bud t'thowt on't turns ma sick,'Ah'd rayther hing hur up by t'neck,Ur see her berrid wick.

"Fowk says 'ar Sal 'al sooin be wed.

Bud t'thowt on't turns ma sick,

'Ah'd rayther hing hur up by t'neck,

Ur see her berrid wick.

"An if ah new a barn o' mine,Wur born ta lead my life,Ah suddent think it wor a sinTa stick hur wi' a knife.

"An if ah new a barn o' mine,

Wur born ta lead my life,

Ah suddent think it wor a sin

Ta stick hur wi' a knife.

"Ah've ax'd ar Johnny twenty timesTa bring a sweep ta t' doar,Bud nah, afoar a'll speyk agean,Ah'll sit it t'haase an smoar.

"Ah've ax'd ar Johnny twenty times

Ta bring a sweep ta t' doar,

Bud nah, afoar a'll speyk agean,

Ah'll sit it t'haase an smoar.

"An then, gooid grashus, what a windComes whewin throo t'doar sneck,Ah felt it all t'last winter likeA whittle at my neck.

"An then, gooid grashus, what a wind

Comes whewin throo t'doar sneck,

Ah felt it all t'last winter like

A whittle at my neck.

"That sink-pipe tu gate stopt wi' muck,Aboon a fortnit sin;So ivvery aar it day wi' t'slops,Am treshin aht an in.

"That sink-pipe tu gate stopt wi' muck,

Aboon a fortnit sin;

So ivvery aar it day wi' t'slops,

Am treshin aht an in.

"Aw! when ah think hah ah've been tret,An hah ah tew an strive,Ta tell thee t'honest trewth, ah'm cappedTa fynd mesen alive.

"Aw! when ah think hah ah've been tret,

An hah ah tew an strive,

Ta tell thee t'honest trewth, ah'm capped

Ta fynd mesen alive.

"When he's been rakin aht a't neetAt market ur a't fair;Sitch thowts hes coom inta me heeadAs lifted up me air.

"When he's been rakin aht a't neet

At market ur a't fair;

Sitch thowts hes coom inta me heead

As lifted up me air.

"Ah've thowt, ay lad, when tha cums hoam,Tha'll fynd ma hung by 't neck,Bud then ah've mebbe thowt ageanAt t' coord ud happen brek.

"Ah've thowt, ay lad, when tha cums hoam,

Tha'll fynd ma hung by 't neck,

Bud then ah've mebbe thowt agean

At t' coord ud happen brek.

"Or else ah've mutterd if i't wor'ntSa dark, an cowd, an weet,Ah'd go ta't navvy, or ta't dam,An draand mesen ta neet.

"Or else ah've mutterd if i't wor'nt

Sa dark, an cowd, an weet,

Ah'd go ta't navvy, or ta't dam,

An draand mesen ta neet.

"It's greef, lad, nowt at all bud greef,At wastes me day be day;So Sattan temps ma cos ah'm wakeTa put mesen away."

"It's greef, lad, nowt at all bud greef,

At wastes me day be day;

So Sattan temps ma cos ah'm wake

Ta put mesen away."

Towd chap heerd pairt o'what shoo sed,As he cam clompin in,An shauted in a red-fac'd rage,"Od rot it, hod the din."

Towd chap heerd pairt o'what shoo sed,

As he cam clompin in,

An shauted in a red-fac'd rage,

"Od rot it, hod the din."

Then Nan began to froth an fume,An fiz like botteld drink,"Wat then, tha's enterd t'haase agean,Tha offald lewkin slink.

Then Nan began to froth an fume,

An fiz like botteld drink,

"Wat then, tha's enterd t'haase agean,

Tha offald lewkin slink.

"Tha nivver cums theas doars withinBud tha mun curse an sweear,An try ta bring ma ta me graveWe breedin hurries hear.

"Tha nivver cums theas doars within

Bud tha mun curse an sweear,

An try ta bring ma ta me grave

We breedin hurries hear.

"At thee an thine sin wed we worAh've taen no end o' greef,An nah tha stamps ma under t'fooit,Tha murderin roag an theef.

"At thee an thine sin wed we wor

Ah've taen no end o' greef,

An nah tha stamps ma under t'fooit,

Tha murderin roag an theef.

"Tha villan gimma wat ah browt,'At day at we wur wed,An nivver moar wi' one like theeWill ah set fooit e' bed."

"Tha villan gimma wat ah browt,

'At day at we wur wed,

An nivver moar wi' one like thee

Will ah set fooit e' bed."

Here t' dowdy lifted tull her eenA yard a gooid lin check,An sob'd, an roar'd, an rock'd hersen,As if her art ud breck.

Here t' dowdy lifted tull her een

A yard a gooid lin check,

An sob'd, an roar'd, an rock'd hersen,

As if her art ud breck.

An then shoo rave reit up be't rooitsA andful of her air,An fitterd like a deein dukAn shutturd aht a't chair.

An then shoo rave reit up be't rooits

A andful of her air,

An fitterd like a deein duk

An shutturd aht a't chair.

"Aw! Jonny! run for't doctur, lad,Ah feel ah can tel hah."Sais Jonny, "Leet thee pipe agean,Shoo'l coom abaht enah."

"Aw! Jonny! run for't doctur, lad,

Ah feel ah can tel hah."

Sais Jonny, "Leet thee pipe agean,

Shoo'l coom abaht enah."

Sais ah, "Ah nivver saw a chapSa eeasyful and fat,Tha'll suarly lend a elpin andTa lift hur of a't plat."

Sais ah, "Ah nivver saw a chap

Sa eeasyful and fat,

Tha'll suarly lend a elpin and

Ta lift hur of a't plat."

Bud better hed it been for himIf he'd neer sturr'd a peg;My garturs! what a pawse he gatFra Nan rumatic leg.

Bud better hed it been for him

If he'd neer sturr'd a peg;

My garturs! what a pawse he gat

Fra Nan rumatic leg.

Sooin, varry sooin, sho coom abahtAn flang, an tare, an rave,E sich a way as fu cud dewWe' one fooit i' ther grave.

Sooin, varry sooin, sho coom abaht

An flang, an tare, an rave,

E sich a way as fu cud dew

We' one fooit i' ther grave.

An at it went hur tongue ageean,That minnit shoo fan eease,"Tha villan tha, tha knaws thee waysBrings on sitch girds as theeas.

An at it went hur tongue ageean,

That minnit shoo fan eease,

"Tha villan tha, tha knaws thee ways

Brings on sitch girds as theeas.

"Aw if tha'd strike ma stiff at once,Ur stab ma ta me hart,I then cud dee content, for fowkUd naw reyt what ta art.

"Aw if tha'd strike ma stiff at once,

Ur stab ma ta me hart,

I then cud dee content, for fowk

Ud naw reyt what ta art.

"Unfeelin brewt, unfeelin brewt,Ah neer wur weel an strong;There's nobbut one thing cheers ma nah,Ah cannut last sa long.

"Unfeelin brewt, unfeelin brewt,

Ah neer wur weel an strong;

There's nobbut one thing cheers ma nah,

Ah cannut last sa long.

"Ta stand up in a thing at's reyt,It isant i' me natur,There is at knaws I awlus wurA poor, soft, quiat cratur.

"Ta stand up in a thing at's reyt,

It isant i' me natur,

There is at knaws I awlus wur

A poor, soft, quiat cratur.

"One thing ah can say if me lifeTa neet sud end it leease;Ah've doin my dewty an tha knawsAh awlus strave for peease.

"One thing ah can say if me life

Ta neet sud end it leease;

Ah've doin my dewty an tha knaws

Ah awlus strave for peease.

"Ah knaw, ah knaw at ah'm it gate,Tha's other oats ta thresh;So when ah's dun for tha ma wedYou gooid for nowt young tresh."

"Ah knaw, ah knaw at ah'm it gate,

Tha's other oats ta thresh;

So when ah's dun for tha ma wed

You gooid for nowt young tresh."

Then Nan pool'd summat aht o't drawerWhite as a summer claad;Ses I ta Jonny, "What's that thear?"Ses Jonny, "It's a shraad.

Then Nan pool'd summat aht o't drawer

White as a summer claad;

Ses I ta Jonny, "What's that thear?"

Ses Jonny, "It's a shraad.

"An t'coffin coom tu, bud ah swareI woddunt ha't it haase,So, when shoo's muled, shoo sews at that,As quiat as a maase."

"An t'coffin coom tu, bud ah sware

I woddunt ha't it haase,

So, when shoo's muled, shoo sews at that,

As quiat as a maase."

Then Nan lewkt at me we a lewk,So yonderly an sad,"Tha'll coom ta t'berrin?" "Yus," says ah,"Ah sall be varry dlad."

Then Nan lewkt at me we a lewk,

So yonderly an sad,

"Tha'll coom ta t'berrin?" "Yus," says ah,

"Ah sall be varry dlad."

"An bid the Mother," Jonny cried,"An ax the Uncle Ben,Fur all hur prayers for suddan deeath,Sal hev my best 'Amen.'"

"An bid the Mother," Jonny cried,

"An ax the Uncle Ben,

Fur all hur prayers for suddan deeath,

Sal hev my best 'Amen.'"

FIRST come, first served—Then come not late.And when arrived keep your sate;For he who from these rules shall swerve,Shall pay his forfeit—so observe.Who enters here with boots and spurs,Must keep his nook, for if he stirs,And gives with arm'd heel a kick,A pint he pays for every prick.Who rudely takes another's turn,By forfeit glass—may manners learn;Who reverentless shall swear or curse,Must lug seven ha'-pence from his purse.Who checks the barber in his tale,Shall pay for that a gill of yale;Who will, or cannot miss his hat,Whilst trimming pays a pint for that.And he who can but will not pay,Shall hence be sent half trimmed away;For will he—nill he—if in fault,He forfeit must in meal or malt.But mark the man who is in drink,Must the cannikin oh, never, never, clink.

FIRST come, first served—Then come not late.And when arrived keep your sate;For he who from these rules shall swerve,Shall pay his forfeit—so observe.

FIRST come, first served—Then come not late.

And when arrived keep your sate;

For he who from these rules shall swerve,

Shall pay his forfeit—so observe.

Who enters here with boots and spurs,Must keep his nook, for if he stirs,And gives with arm'd heel a kick,A pint he pays for every prick.

Who enters here with boots and spurs,

Must keep his nook, for if he stirs,

And gives with arm'd heel a kick,

A pint he pays for every prick.

Who rudely takes another's turn,By forfeit glass—may manners learn;Who reverentless shall swear or curse,Must lug seven ha'-pence from his purse.

Who rudely takes another's turn,

By forfeit glass—may manners learn;

Who reverentless shall swear or curse,

Must lug seven ha'-pence from his purse.

Who checks the barber in his tale,Shall pay for that a gill of yale;Who will, or cannot miss his hat,Whilst trimming pays a pint for that.

Who checks the barber in his tale,

Shall pay for that a gill of yale;

Who will, or cannot miss his hat,

Whilst trimming pays a pint for that.

And he who can but will not pay,Shall hence be sent half trimmed away;For will he—nill he—if in fault,He forfeit must in meal or malt.But mark the man who is in drink,Must the cannikin oh, never, never, clink.

And he who can but will not pay,

Shall hence be sent half trimmed away;

For will he—nill he—if in fault,

He forfeit must in meal or malt.

But mark the man who is in drink,

Must the cannikin oh, never, never, clink.

MY father was once a great merchant,As any in Ireland was found,But, faith, he could never save a shilling,Tho' potatoes he sold by the pound.So says he to my mother one night,To England suppose you and I go,And the very next day, by moonlight,They took leave of the county of Slygo.Sing de ral, ral de ral la, fal lal de, &c.That the land is all cover'd with water,'Twixt England and Ireland, you'll own,And single misfortunes, they say,To Irishmen ne'er come alone.So my father, poor man! was first drown'd,Then shipwreck'd, in sailing from Cork,But my mother she got safe to land,And a whisky shop open'd in York.Fal de ral, &c.Just a year after father was dead,One night about five i' th' morn,An odd accident happen'd to me,For 'twas then that myself was first born.All this I've been told by my mammy,And surely she'll not tell me wrong,But I don't remember nought of it,'Caze it happen'd when I was quite young.Fal de ral, &c.On the very same day the next year,(For so ran the story of mother,)The same accident happen'd again,But not to me then, that were brother.So 'twas settled by old father Luke,Who dissolved all our family sins,As we both were born on the same day,That we sartainly must have been twins.Fal de ral, &c.'Twas agreed I should not go to school,As learning I never should want;Nor would they e'en teach me to read,For my genius they said it would cramp.Now this genius of mine, where it lay,Do but listen awhile and you'll hear,'Twas in drawing,—not landscapes or pictures,No, mine was for drawing of beer.Fal de ral, &c.Some with only one genius are blest,But I, it appears, had got two,For when I had drawn off some beer,I'd a genius for drinking it too,At last I was drawn up to town,Without in my pocket a farden,But since I've earn'd many a crownBy the shop here in sweet Covvon Garden.Fal de ral, &c.

MY father was once a great merchant,

As any in Ireland was found,

But, faith, he could never save a shilling,

Tho' potatoes he sold by the pound.

So says he to my mother one night,

To England suppose you and I go,

And the very next day, by moonlight,

They took leave of the county of Slygo.

Sing de ral, ral de ral la, fal lal de, &c.

That the land is all cover'd with water,'Twixt England and Ireland, you'll own,And single misfortunes, they say,To Irishmen ne'er come alone.So my father, poor man! was first drown'd,Then shipwreck'd, in sailing from Cork,But my mother she got safe to land,And a whisky shop open'd in York.Fal de ral, &c.

That the land is all cover'd with water,

'Twixt England and Ireland, you'll own,

And single misfortunes, they say,

To Irishmen ne'er come alone.

So my father, poor man! was first drown'd,

Then shipwreck'd, in sailing from Cork,

But my mother she got safe to land,

And a whisky shop open'd in York.

Fal de ral, &c.

Just a year after father was dead,One night about five i' th' morn,An odd accident happen'd to me,For 'twas then that myself was first born.All this I've been told by my mammy,And surely she'll not tell me wrong,But I don't remember nought of it,'Caze it happen'd when I was quite young.Fal de ral, &c.

Just a year after father was dead,

One night about five i' th' morn,

An odd accident happen'd to me,

For 'twas then that myself was first born.

All this I've been told by my mammy,

And surely she'll not tell me wrong,

But I don't remember nought of it,

'Caze it happen'd when I was quite young.

Fal de ral, &c.

On the very same day the next year,(For so ran the story of mother,)The same accident happen'd again,But not to me then, that were brother.So 'twas settled by old father Luke,Who dissolved all our family sins,As we both were born on the same day,That we sartainly must have been twins.Fal de ral, &c.

On the very same day the next year,

(For so ran the story of mother,)

The same accident happen'd again,

But not to me then, that were brother.

So 'twas settled by old father Luke,

Who dissolved all our family sins,

As we both were born on the same day,

That we sartainly must have been twins.

Fal de ral, &c.

'Twas agreed I should not go to school,As learning I never should want;Nor would they e'en teach me to read,For my genius they said it would cramp.Now this genius of mine, where it lay,Do but listen awhile and you'll hear,'Twas in drawing,—not landscapes or pictures,No, mine was for drawing of beer.Fal de ral, &c.

'Twas agreed I should not go to school,

As learning I never should want;

Nor would they e'en teach me to read,

For my genius they said it would cramp.

Now this genius of mine, where it lay,

Do but listen awhile and you'll hear,

'Twas in drawing,—not landscapes or pictures,

No, mine was for drawing of beer.

Fal de ral, &c.

Some with only one genius are blest,But I, it appears, had got two,For when I had drawn off some beer,I'd a genius for drinking it too,At last I was drawn up to town,Without in my pocket a farden,But since I've earn'd many a crownBy the shop here in sweet Covvon Garden.Fal de ral, &c.

Some with only one genius are blest,

But I, it appears, had got two,

For when I had drawn off some beer,

I'd a genius for drinking it too,

At last I was drawn up to town,

Without in my pocket a farden,

But since I've earn'd many a crown

By the shop here in sweet Covvon Garden.

Fal de ral, &c.

WHEN at hame wi' dad,We niver had nae fun sir,Which mead me sae mad,I swore away I'd run sir;I packed up cleas sae smart,Ribbed stocking, weastcoats pratty,Wi' money and leet heart,Tripped off te Lunnun city.Fal de ral de ra.When I did git there,I geaped about quite silly,At all the shows te stare,In a spot called Piccerdilly;Lord sic charming seets,Bods i' cages thrive sir,Coaches, fiddles, fights,And crocodiles alive sir.Fal de ral, &c.Then I did ge te see,The gentry in Hyde Park sir,When a lass pushed reedely by,Te whoam I did remark sir,"Tho' your feace be een sae fair,I've seen a beer mare civil."Then the little cleas they wear,God Lunnun is the devil.Fal de ral, &c.Te 't play-house then I gaus,Whar I seed merry feaces,And in the lower rows,Were sarvents keeping pleaces;T' players I saw seun,They managed things quite funny,By gock they'd Hunny-mean,Afore they'd Mattrimony.Fal de ral, &c.Now having seen all I cud,And passed away my time sir,If you think fit and good,I'le een give up my rhyme sir;And sud my ditty please,The popies in this garden,Te me t'wad be hearts-ease,If not I ax yer pardon.Fal de ral de ra.

WHEN at hame wi' dad,

We niver had nae fun sir,

Which mead me sae mad,

I swore away I'd run sir;

I packed up cleas sae smart,

Ribbed stocking, weastcoats pratty,

Wi' money and leet heart,

Tripped off te Lunnun city.

Fal de ral de ra.

When I did git there,I geaped about quite silly,At all the shows te stare,In a spot called Piccerdilly;Lord sic charming seets,Bods i' cages thrive sir,Coaches, fiddles, fights,And crocodiles alive sir.Fal de ral, &c.

When I did git there,

I geaped about quite silly,

At all the shows te stare,

In a spot called Piccerdilly;

Lord sic charming seets,

Bods i' cages thrive sir,

Coaches, fiddles, fights,

And crocodiles alive sir.

Fal de ral, &c.

Then I did ge te see,The gentry in Hyde Park sir,When a lass pushed reedely by,Te whoam I did remark sir,"Tho' your feace be een sae fair,I've seen a beer mare civil."Then the little cleas they wear,God Lunnun is the devil.Fal de ral, &c.

Then I did ge te see,

The gentry in Hyde Park sir,

When a lass pushed reedely by,

Te whoam I did remark sir,

"Tho' your feace be een sae fair,

I've seen a beer mare civil."

Then the little cleas they wear,

God Lunnun is the devil.

Fal de ral, &c.

Te 't play-house then I gaus,Whar I seed merry feaces,And in the lower rows,Were sarvents keeping pleaces;T' players I saw seun,They managed things quite funny,By gock they'd Hunny-mean,Afore they'd Mattrimony.Fal de ral, &c.

Te 't play-house then I gaus,

Whar I seed merry feaces,

And in the lower rows,

Were sarvents keeping pleaces;

T' players I saw seun,

They managed things quite funny,

By gock they'd Hunny-mean,

Afore they'd Mattrimony.

Fal de ral, &c.

Now having seen all I cud,And passed away my time sir,If you think fit and good,I'le een give up my rhyme sir;And sud my ditty please,The popies in this garden,Te me t'wad be hearts-ease,If not I ax yer pardon.Fal de ral de ra.

Now having seen all I cud,

And passed away my time sir,

If you think fit and good,

I'le een give up my rhyme sir;

And sud my ditty please,

The popies in this garden,

Te me t'wad be hearts-ease,

If not I ax yer pardon.

Fal de ral de ra.

BY t' side of a brig, that stands over a brook,I was sent by times to school;I went wi' the stream as I studied my book,And was thought to be no small fool.I never yet bought a pig in a poke,For to give auld Nick his due;Tho' oft I've dealt wi' Yorkshire folk,Yet I was Yorkshire too.I was pretty well lik'd by each village maid,At races, wake or fair,For my father had addled a vast in trade,And I were his son and heir.And seeing that I didn't want for brass,Poor girls came first to woo,But tho' I delight in a Yorkshire lass,Yet I was Yorkshire too!To Lunnon by father I was sent,Genteeler manners to see;But fashion's so dear, I came back as I went,And so they made nothing o' me.My kind relations wou'd soon have found outWhat was best wi' my money to do:Says I, "My dear cousins, I thank ye for nought,But I'm not to be cozen'd by you!For I'm Yorkshire too."[213]

BY t' side of a brig, that stands over a brook,

I was sent by times to school;

I went wi' the stream as I studied my book,

And was thought to be no small fool.

I never yet bought a pig in a poke,

For to give auld Nick his due;

Tho' oft I've dealt wi' Yorkshire folk,

Yet I was Yorkshire too.

I was pretty well lik'd by each village maid,At races, wake or fair,For my father had addled a vast in trade,And I were his son and heir.And seeing that I didn't want for brass,Poor girls came first to woo,But tho' I delight in a Yorkshire lass,Yet I was Yorkshire too!

I was pretty well lik'd by each village maid,

At races, wake or fair,

For my father had addled a vast in trade,

And I were his son and heir.

And seeing that I didn't want for brass,

Poor girls came first to woo,

But tho' I delight in a Yorkshire lass,

Yet I was Yorkshire too!

To Lunnon by father I was sent,Genteeler manners to see;But fashion's so dear, I came back as I went,And so they made nothing o' me.My kind relations wou'd soon have found outWhat was best wi' my money to do:Says I, "My dear cousins, I thank ye for nought,But I'm not to be cozen'd by you!For I'm Yorkshire too."[213]

To Lunnon by father I was sent,

Genteeler manners to see;

But fashion's so dear, I came back as I went,

And so they made nothing o' me.

My kind relations wou'd soon have found out

What was best wi' my money to do:

Says I, "My dear cousins, I thank ye for nought,

But I'm not to be cozen'd by you!

For I'm Yorkshire too."[213]

By D. Lewis.

Theincident here recorded happened at a farm house, on Leeming Lane, some years ago, and is a favourite chap-book history.

A sweeper's lad was late o' th' neeght,His slap-shod shoon had leeam'd his feet;He call'd te see a good awd deeame,'At monny a time had trigg'd his weame;(For he wor then fahve miles fra yam.)He ax'd i' t' lair te let him sleep,An' he'd next day their chimlers sweep.They supper'd him wi' country fare,Then show'd him tul his hooal i' t' lair.He crept intul his streeahy bed,His pooak o' seeat beneath his heead;He wor content, nur car'd a pin,An' his good friend then lock'd him in.The lair frae t' hoose a distance stood,Between 'em grew a lahtle wood.Aboot midneeght, or nearer moorn,Twea thieves brack in te steeal their coorn;Hevin a leeght i' t' lantern dark,Seean they te winder fell te wark;An' wishing they'd a lad te fill,Young brush, (whea yet had ligg'd quite still,)Thinkin' 'at t' men belang'd te t' hoose,An' that he noo mud be o' use,Jump'd doon directly on te t' fleear,An' t' thieves beeath ran oot at deear;Nur stopt at owt nur thin nur thick,Fully convinc'd it wor awd Nick.The sweeper lad then ran reeght seeanTe t' hoose, an' tell'd 'em what wor deean:Maister an' men then quickly raise,An' ran te t' lair wi' hawf ther cleeas.Twea horses, secks, an' leeght they fand,Which had been left by t' thievish band;These round i' t' neybourheead they cried,Bud nut an awner e'er applied;For neean durst horses awn nur secks,They wor seea freeghten'd o' ther necks.They seld the horses, an' of course,Put awf o' the brass i' sooty's purse;Desiring when he com that way,He'd awlus them a visit pay,When harty welcome he sud haveBecause he did ther barley save.Brush chink'd the guineas in his hand,An' oft te leeak at 'em did stand,As heeame he wistlin' teak his way;Blessin' t' awd deeame wha let him stay,An' sleep i' t' lair, when, late o' t' neeght,His slap-shod shoon had leeam'd his feet.

A sweeper's lad was late o' th' neeght,

His slap-shod shoon had leeam'd his feet;

He call'd te see a good awd deeame,

'At monny a time had trigg'd his weame;

(For he wor then fahve miles fra yam.)

He ax'd i' t' lair te let him sleep,

An' he'd next day their chimlers sweep.

They supper'd him wi' country fare,

Then show'd him tul his hooal i' t' lair.

He crept intul his streeahy bed,

His pooak o' seeat beneath his heead;

He wor content, nur car'd a pin,

An' his good friend then lock'd him in.

The lair frae t' hoose a distance stood,

Between 'em grew a lahtle wood.

Aboot midneeght, or nearer moorn,

Twea thieves brack in te steeal their coorn;

Hevin a leeght i' t' lantern dark,

Seean they te winder fell te wark;

An' wishing they'd a lad te fill,

Young brush, (whea yet had ligg'd quite still,)

Thinkin' 'at t' men belang'd te t' hoose,

An' that he noo mud be o' use,

Jump'd doon directly on te t' fleear,

An' t' thieves beeath ran oot at deear;

Nur stopt at owt nur thin nur thick,

Fully convinc'd it wor awd Nick.

The sweeper lad then ran reeght seean

Te t' hoose, an' tell'd 'em what wor deean:

Maister an' men then quickly raise,

An' ran te t' lair wi' hawf ther cleeas.

Twea horses, secks, an' leeght they fand,

Which had been left by t' thievish band;

These round i' t' neybourheead they cried,

Bud nut an awner e'er applied;

For neean durst horses awn nur secks,

They wor seea freeghten'd o' ther necks.

They seld the horses, an' of course,

Put awf o' the brass i' sooty's purse;

Desiring when he com that way,

He'd awlus them a visit pay,

When harty welcome he sud have

Because he did ther barley save.

Brush chink'd the guineas in his hand,

An' oft te leeak at 'em did stand,

As heeame he wistlin' teak his way;

Blessin' t' awd deeame wha let him stay,

An' sleep i' t' lair, when, late o' t' neeght,

His slap-shod shoon had leeam'd his feet.

FEBRUARY, 1803.

To the tune of "Ballynamonaora."

"Let those ride hard, who never rode before,And those who always rode, now ride the more."

WHILST passing o'er Barnsdale,[215]I happen'd to spy,A fox stealing on and the hounds in full cry;They areDarlington'ssure, for his voice I well know,Crying forward—hark forward; from Skelbrook[216]below.With my Ballynamonaora,The hounds of old Raby for me.See Binchester leads them, whose speed seldom fails,And now let us see who can tread on their tails;For, like pigeons in flight, the best hunter would blow,Should his master attempt to ride over them now.Chorus. With my, &c.FromHowell Woodcome—they toStapleton[217]go,What confusion I see, in the valley below;My friends inblack collars,[218]nearly beat out of sight,AndBadsworth'sold heroes in sorrowful plight.Chorus. With my, &c.'Tis hard to describe all the frolic and fun,Which, of course, must ensue, in this capital run;But I quote the old proverb, howe'er trite and lame,That—"The looker on sees most by half of the game."Chorus. With my, &c.Then first in the burst, see dashing away,Taking all on his stroke, onRalphothe grey;Withpersuadersin flank, comesDarlington'speer,[219]With his chin sticking out, and his cap on one ear.Chorus. With my, &c.Never heeding a tumble, a scratch, or a fall,Laying close in his quarter, seeScottofWoodhall;[220]And mind how he cheers them, with "Hark to the cry!"Whilst on him the peer keeps apretty sharp eye.Chorus. With my, &c.And next him onMorgan, all rattle and talk,Cramming over the fences, comes wildMartin Hawke,[221]But his neck he must break, surely sooner or late,As he'd ratherride overthanopena gate.Chorus. With my, &c.Then there's dashingFrank Boynton, who rides thorough breds,Their carcases nearly as small as their heads:But he rides so d——d hard that it makes my heart ache,For fear his long legs should be left on a stake.Chorus. With my, &c.BeholdHarry Mellish,[222]as wild as the wind,OnLancastermounted, leaving numbers behind;But lately return'd from democrat France,Where forgetting to bet—he's been learning to dance.Chorus. With my, &c.That eagle-ey'd sportsman,Charles Brandling, behold,Laying in a snug place, which needs scarcely be told;But from riding so hard, my friendCharleyforbear,For fear you should tire youthirty pound mare!Chorus. With my, &c.And close at his heels, seeBob Lascellesadvance,Dress'd as gay for the field, as if leading the dance,Resolv'd to ride hard, nor be counted the last,Pretty sure of the speed of his fav'riteOutcast.Chorus. With my, &c.Next mounted onPancake, see yonder comesLen,[223]A sportsman, I'm sure, well deserving my pen;He looks in high glee, and enjoying the fun,Tho' truly I fear that hiscake's over done.Chorus. With my, &c.OnMethodistperched, in a very good station,Frank Barlowbehold, that firm prop of the nation,But nothing could greater offend the good soul,Than toCoventry sentfrom the chase and the bowl.Chorus. With my, &c.Then those two little fellows, as light as a feather,Charles ParkerandClowes[224]come racing together,And riding behind them, seeOliver Dick,[225]WithSlap-dashhalf blown, looking sharp for a nick.Chorus. With my, &c.OnEbonymounted, behold myLord Barnard,[226]To live near the pack, now oblig'd is to strain hard;But mount my friendBarny, on something that's quick,I warrant, my lads, he would show you a trick.Chorus. With my, &c.ThenBland[227]andTom Gascoigne,[228]I spy in the van,Riding hard as two devils, at catch as catch can,But racing along, to try which can get first,Already, I see, boththeirhorses are burst.Chorus. With my, &c.Then smack at a yawner falls my friendBilly Clough,[229]He gets up, stares around him, faith! silly enough;WhilePilkington[230]near him, cries "Pr'ythee get bled.""Oh no, never mind, Sir, I fell on my head."Chorus. With my, &c.But where's that hard rider, my friendCol. Bell?[231]At the first setting off from the cover he fell;But I see the old crop, thus the whole chase will carry,In respectable style, the good-temper'dHarry.Chorus. With my, &c.With very small feet, sticking fast in the mud,Frank Hawksworth[232]I see, on his neat bit of blood;But, pull up, my friend, say you've lost afore shoe,Elsebleeding, I fear, must be shortly for you.Chorus. With my, &c.To keep their nags fresh for the end of the day,Sir Edward[233]andLascellesjust canter away;Not enjoying the pace our Raby hounds go,But preferring the maxim of "certain and slow."Chorus. With my, &c.At the top of his speed, sadly beat and forlorn,BeholdCapt. Hortonis steering forBaln;For accustom'd at sea, both toshiftand totack,He hopes bymanœuv'ringto gain the fleet pack.Chorus. With my, &c.The twoLees,[234]Harvey Hawke,[235]Frank Soth'ron,[236]and all,Are skirting away forStapleton Hall;Whilst far in the rear, beholdAlverley Cooke,[237]Endeav'ring to scramble o'erHampole'swide brook.Chorus. With my, &c.Far aloof to the right, and op'ning a gate,There's a sportsman by system, who never rides straight;But why, my goodGodfrey,[238]thus far will you roam,When a pack of fine beagles hunt close to your home?Chorus. With my, &c.Safe o'er the brook—but where'sCaptain Danser?[239]Oh! he's stopping to catchSir Rowland Winn'sprancer;But what is the use of that, my friendWinn,[240]If on foot you attempt it, you'llsuretumble in.Chorus. With my, &c.On his chesnut nag mounted, and heaving in flank,At a very great distance, beholdBacon Frank;[241]So true's the old maxim, we even now find,That, "justice will always come limping behind."Chorus. With my, &c.SeeStarkeyandHopwood, so full of their jokes,FromBramham Moorcome, to be quizzing the folks;And when they return the whole chase they'll explain,Tho' they saw little of it—to cronyFox Lane.Chorus. With my, &c.Lost, spavin'd, and wind-gall'd, but showing some blood,For fromCoxcomb'spoor shoulders it streams in a flood;Behold Mr.Hodgson,[242]how he fumes and he frets,While his black lays entangled in cursed sheep nets.Chorus. With my, &c.If his name I pass'd over, I fear he would cavil,I just wish to say that IsawMr.Saville;And with very long coat on, (a friend to his tailor)With some moreWakefieldheroes, behold Mr.Naylor.Chorus. With my, &c.A large posse see in the valley below,Who serve very well for to make up a show;But broad as the brook is, it made many stop,It's not ev'ry man's luck for to get to the top.Chorus. With my, &c.Johnny Dalton[243]so sure at Went made a slip,His nag tumbl'd in and he cry'd for his whip;His groom coming up found his master so cross,D——n your fine whip, what's become of the horse?Chorus. With my, &c.Now all having pass'd, I'll toFerrybridgego,[244]Each event of the day at the club I shall know;Where bright bumpers of claret enliven the night,And chase far away hated envy, and spite.Chorus. With my, &c.Then forgive me, my friends, if you think me severe,'Tis but meant as a joke, not intended to sneer;Come I'll give you a toast, in a bumper of wine,Here's success to this club, and to sport so divine.And the hounds of old Raby for me.[245]

WHILST passing o'er Barnsdale,[215]I happen'd to spy,

A fox stealing on and the hounds in full cry;

They areDarlington'ssure, for his voice I well know,

Crying forward—hark forward; from Skelbrook[216]below.

With my Ballynamonaora,

The hounds of old Raby for me.

See Binchester leads them, whose speed seldom fails,And now let us see who can tread on their tails;For, like pigeons in flight, the best hunter would blow,Should his master attempt to ride over them now.Chorus. With my, &c.

See Binchester leads them, whose speed seldom fails,

And now let us see who can tread on their tails;

For, like pigeons in flight, the best hunter would blow,

Should his master attempt to ride over them now.

Chorus. With my, &c.

FromHowell Woodcome—they toStapleton[217]go,What confusion I see, in the valley below;My friends inblack collars,[218]nearly beat out of sight,AndBadsworth'sold heroes in sorrowful plight.Chorus. With my, &c.

FromHowell Woodcome—they toStapleton[217]go,

What confusion I see, in the valley below;

My friends inblack collars,[218]nearly beat out of sight,

AndBadsworth'sold heroes in sorrowful plight.

Chorus. With my, &c.

'Tis hard to describe all the frolic and fun,Which, of course, must ensue, in this capital run;But I quote the old proverb, howe'er trite and lame,That—"The looker on sees most by half of the game."Chorus. With my, &c.

'Tis hard to describe all the frolic and fun,

Which, of course, must ensue, in this capital run;

But I quote the old proverb, howe'er trite and lame,

That—"The looker on sees most by half of the game."

Chorus. With my, &c.

Then first in the burst, see dashing away,Taking all on his stroke, onRalphothe grey;Withpersuadersin flank, comesDarlington'speer,[219]With his chin sticking out, and his cap on one ear.Chorus. With my, &c.

Then first in the burst, see dashing away,

Taking all on his stroke, onRalphothe grey;

Withpersuadersin flank, comesDarlington'speer,[219]

With his chin sticking out, and his cap on one ear.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Never heeding a tumble, a scratch, or a fall,Laying close in his quarter, seeScottofWoodhall;[220]And mind how he cheers them, with "Hark to the cry!"Whilst on him the peer keeps apretty sharp eye.Chorus. With my, &c.

Never heeding a tumble, a scratch, or a fall,

Laying close in his quarter, seeScottofWoodhall;[220]

And mind how he cheers them, with "Hark to the cry!"

Whilst on him the peer keeps apretty sharp eye.

Chorus. With my, &c.

And next him onMorgan, all rattle and talk,Cramming over the fences, comes wildMartin Hawke,[221]But his neck he must break, surely sooner or late,As he'd ratherride overthanopena gate.Chorus. With my, &c.

And next him onMorgan, all rattle and talk,

Cramming over the fences, comes wildMartin Hawke,[221]

But his neck he must break, surely sooner or late,

As he'd ratherride overthanopena gate.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Then there's dashingFrank Boynton, who rides thorough breds,Their carcases nearly as small as their heads:But he rides so d——d hard that it makes my heart ache,For fear his long legs should be left on a stake.Chorus. With my, &c.

Then there's dashingFrank Boynton, who rides thorough breds,

Their carcases nearly as small as their heads:

But he rides so d——d hard that it makes my heart ache,

For fear his long legs should be left on a stake.

Chorus. With my, &c.

BeholdHarry Mellish,[222]as wild as the wind,OnLancastermounted, leaving numbers behind;But lately return'd from democrat France,Where forgetting to bet—he's been learning to dance.Chorus. With my, &c.

BeholdHarry Mellish,[222]as wild as the wind,

OnLancastermounted, leaving numbers behind;

But lately return'd from democrat France,

Where forgetting to bet—he's been learning to dance.

Chorus. With my, &c.

That eagle-ey'd sportsman,Charles Brandling, behold,Laying in a snug place, which needs scarcely be told;But from riding so hard, my friendCharleyforbear,For fear you should tire youthirty pound mare!Chorus. With my, &c.

That eagle-ey'd sportsman,Charles Brandling, behold,

Laying in a snug place, which needs scarcely be told;

But from riding so hard, my friendCharleyforbear,

For fear you should tire youthirty pound mare!

Chorus. With my, &c.

And close at his heels, seeBob Lascellesadvance,Dress'd as gay for the field, as if leading the dance,Resolv'd to ride hard, nor be counted the last,Pretty sure of the speed of his fav'riteOutcast.Chorus. With my, &c.

And close at his heels, seeBob Lascellesadvance,

Dress'd as gay for the field, as if leading the dance,

Resolv'd to ride hard, nor be counted the last,

Pretty sure of the speed of his fav'riteOutcast.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Next mounted onPancake, see yonder comesLen,[223]A sportsman, I'm sure, well deserving my pen;He looks in high glee, and enjoying the fun,Tho' truly I fear that hiscake's over done.Chorus. With my, &c.

Next mounted onPancake, see yonder comesLen,[223]

A sportsman, I'm sure, well deserving my pen;

He looks in high glee, and enjoying the fun,

Tho' truly I fear that hiscake's over done.

Chorus. With my, &c.

OnMethodistperched, in a very good station,Frank Barlowbehold, that firm prop of the nation,But nothing could greater offend the good soul,Than toCoventry sentfrom the chase and the bowl.Chorus. With my, &c.

OnMethodistperched, in a very good station,

Frank Barlowbehold, that firm prop of the nation,

But nothing could greater offend the good soul,

Than toCoventry sentfrom the chase and the bowl.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Then those two little fellows, as light as a feather,Charles ParkerandClowes[224]come racing together,And riding behind them, seeOliver Dick,[225]WithSlap-dashhalf blown, looking sharp for a nick.Chorus. With my, &c.

Then those two little fellows, as light as a feather,

Charles ParkerandClowes[224]come racing together,

And riding behind them, seeOliver Dick,[225]

WithSlap-dashhalf blown, looking sharp for a nick.

Chorus. With my, &c.

OnEbonymounted, behold myLord Barnard,[226]To live near the pack, now oblig'd is to strain hard;But mount my friendBarny, on something that's quick,I warrant, my lads, he would show you a trick.Chorus. With my, &c.

OnEbonymounted, behold myLord Barnard,[226]

To live near the pack, now oblig'd is to strain hard;

But mount my friendBarny, on something that's quick,

I warrant, my lads, he would show you a trick.

Chorus. With my, &c.

ThenBland[227]andTom Gascoigne,[228]I spy in the van,Riding hard as two devils, at catch as catch can,But racing along, to try which can get first,Already, I see, boththeirhorses are burst.Chorus. With my, &c.

ThenBland[227]andTom Gascoigne,[228]I spy in the van,

Riding hard as two devils, at catch as catch can,

But racing along, to try which can get first,

Already, I see, boththeirhorses are burst.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Then smack at a yawner falls my friendBilly Clough,[229]He gets up, stares around him, faith! silly enough;WhilePilkington[230]near him, cries "Pr'ythee get bled.""Oh no, never mind, Sir, I fell on my head."Chorus. With my, &c.

Then smack at a yawner falls my friendBilly Clough,[229]

He gets up, stares around him, faith! silly enough;

WhilePilkington[230]near him, cries "Pr'ythee get bled."

"Oh no, never mind, Sir, I fell on my head."

Chorus. With my, &c.

But where's that hard rider, my friendCol. Bell?[231]At the first setting off from the cover he fell;But I see the old crop, thus the whole chase will carry,In respectable style, the good-temper'dHarry.Chorus. With my, &c.

But where's that hard rider, my friendCol. Bell?[231]

At the first setting off from the cover he fell;

But I see the old crop, thus the whole chase will carry,

In respectable style, the good-temper'dHarry.

Chorus. With my, &c.

With very small feet, sticking fast in the mud,Frank Hawksworth[232]I see, on his neat bit of blood;But, pull up, my friend, say you've lost afore shoe,Elsebleeding, I fear, must be shortly for you.Chorus. With my, &c.

With very small feet, sticking fast in the mud,

Frank Hawksworth[232]I see, on his neat bit of blood;

But, pull up, my friend, say you've lost afore shoe,

Elsebleeding, I fear, must be shortly for you.

Chorus. With my, &c.

To keep their nags fresh for the end of the day,Sir Edward[233]andLascellesjust canter away;Not enjoying the pace our Raby hounds go,But preferring the maxim of "certain and slow."Chorus. With my, &c.

To keep their nags fresh for the end of the day,

Sir Edward[233]andLascellesjust canter away;

Not enjoying the pace our Raby hounds go,

But preferring the maxim of "certain and slow."

Chorus. With my, &c.

At the top of his speed, sadly beat and forlorn,BeholdCapt. Hortonis steering forBaln;For accustom'd at sea, both toshiftand totack,He hopes bymanœuv'ringto gain the fleet pack.Chorus. With my, &c.

At the top of his speed, sadly beat and forlorn,

BeholdCapt. Hortonis steering forBaln;

For accustom'd at sea, both toshiftand totack,

He hopes bymanœuv'ringto gain the fleet pack.

Chorus. With my, &c.

The twoLees,[234]Harvey Hawke,[235]Frank Soth'ron,[236]and all,Are skirting away forStapleton Hall;Whilst far in the rear, beholdAlverley Cooke,[237]Endeav'ring to scramble o'erHampole'swide brook.Chorus. With my, &c.

The twoLees,[234]Harvey Hawke,[235]Frank Soth'ron,[236]and all,

Are skirting away forStapleton Hall;

Whilst far in the rear, beholdAlverley Cooke,[237]

Endeav'ring to scramble o'erHampole'swide brook.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Far aloof to the right, and op'ning a gate,There's a sportsman by system, who never rides straight;But why, my goodGodfrey,[238]thus far will you roam,When a pack of fine beagles hunt close to your home?Chorus. With my, &c.

Far aloof to the right, and op'ning a gate,

There's a sportsman by system, who never rides straight;

But why, my goodGodfrey,[238]thus far will you roam,

When a pack of fine beagles hunt close to your home?

Chorus. With my, &c.

Safe o'er the brook—but where'sCaptain Danser?[239]Oh! he's stopping to catchSir Rowland Winn'sprancer;But what is the use of that, my friendWinn,[240]If on foot you attempt it, you'llsuretumble in.Chorus. With my, &c.

Safe o'er the brook—but where'sCaptain Danser?[239]

Oh! he's stopping to catchSir Rowland Winn'sprancer;

But what is the use of that, my friendWinn,[240]

If on foot you attempt it, you'llsuretumble in.

Chorus. With my, &c.

On his chesnut nag mounted, and heaving in flank,At a very great distance, beholdBacon Frank;[241]So true's the old maxim, we even now find,That, "justice will always come limping behind."Chorus. With my, &c.

On his chesnut nag mounted, and heaving in flank,

At a very great distance, beholdBacon Frank;[241]

So true's the old maxim, we even now find,

That, "justice will always come limping behind."

Chorus. With my, &c.

SeeStarkeyandHopwood, so full of their jokes,FromBramham Moorcome, to be quizzing the folks;And when they return the whole chase they'll explain,Tho' they saw little of it—to cronyFox Lane.Chorus. With my, &c.

SeeStarkeyandHopwood, so full of their jokes,

FromBramham Moorcome, to be quizzing the folks;

And when they return the whole chase they'll explain,

Tho' they saw little of it—to cronyFox Lane.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Lost, spavin'd, and wind-gall'd, but showing some blood,For fromCoxcomb'spoor shoulders it streams in a flood;Behold Mr.Hodgson,[242]how he fumes and he frets,While his black lays entangled in cursed sheep nets.Chorus. With my, &c.

Lost, spavin'd, and wind-gall'd, but showing some blood,

For fromCoxcomb'spoor shoulders it streams in a flood;

Behold Mr.Hodgson,[242]how he fumes and he frets,

While his black lays entangled in cursed sheep nets.

Chorus. With my, &c.

If his name I pass'd over, I fear he would cavil,I just wish to say that IsawMr.Saville;And with very long coat on, (a friend to his tailor)With some moreWakefieldheroes, behold Mr.Naylor.Chorus. With my, &c.

If his name I pass'd over, I fear he would cavil,

I just wish to say that IsawMr.Saville;

And with very long coat on, (a friend to his tailor)

With some moreWakefieldheroes, behold Mr.Naylor.

Chorus. With my, &c.

A large posse see in the valley below,Who serve very well for to make up a show;But broad as the brook is, it made many stop,It's not ev'ry man's luck for to get to the top.Chorus. With my, &c.

A large posse see in the valley below,

Who serve very well for to make up a show;

But broad as the brook is, it made many stop,

It's not ev'ry man's luck for to get to the top.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Johnny Dalton[243]so sure at Went made a slip,His nag tumbl'd in and he cry'd for his whip;His groom coming up found his master so cross,D——n your fine whip, what's become of the horse?Chorus. With my, &c.

Johnny Dalton[243]so sure at Went made a slip,

His nag tumbl'd in and he cry'd for his whip;

His groom coming up found his master so cross,

D——n your fine whip, what's become of the horse?

Chorus. With my, &c.

Now all having pass'd, I'll toFerrybridgego,[244]Each event of the day at the club I shall know;Where bright bumpers of claret enliven the night,And chase far away hated envy, and spite.Chorus. With my, &c.

Now all having pass'd, I'll toFerrybridgego,[244]

Each event of the day at the club I shall know;

Where bright bumpers of claret enliven the night,

And chase far away hated envy, and spite.

Chorus. With my, &c.

Then forgive me, my friends, if you think me severe,'Tis but meant as a joke, not intended to sneer;Come I'll give you a toast, in a bumper of wine,Here's success to this club, and to sport so divine.And the hounds of old Raby for me.[245]

Then forgive me, my friends, if you think me severe,

'Tis but meant as a joke, not intended to sneer;

Come I'll give you a toast, in a bumper of wine,

Here's success to this club, and to sport so divine.

And the hounds of old Raby for me.[245]

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