Subject: Pride
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*#1 PEASANT*
Date: 26 Mar 02 - 08:14 PM
Pride
Tune- Tarrince's Fareweel Cum an' bive us yor cumfort, maw hinny,
An'ease a poor mind that's distrest,
Tho' aw cannet gie vent te me feelins,
Or stings that me breest noo infest;
This queer world seems te me sadly altered,
Ye dinnet knaw whe's be yor side,
For the foaks that ye think nice an' frindly
Gan daft wi' that Devil's plague call'd Pride. There's Bill Daglish that once leev'd beside us,
Aw happen'd te see him last week,
He just luckt at me claes,--they war shabby,
Then pass'd withoot offrin te speak;
An' Bob Charltin, ye'll knaw, an aud scheulmate,
Withoot claes his bare skin to hide,
He's a clerk noo, an' dresses quite swellish,
But he'll not even nod, throo his Pride. Janie Pearson was reckon'd a beauty,
Wi' figor byeth gud like an' smart,
That she set nearly a' the lads crazy,
Her image wes first iv each heart,
But she thowt thor acquaintence beneath her,
She aim'd high, but fell, --thrawn aside,
Noo she's not worth a decent land's notice,--
Thor's mair harm then gud wi' sic pride. The bit pride ov a man te be tidy's
A treat for a body te see,
An' the pride of a man te keep decent
Gains respect i' the highest degree;
But the Chep that thinks nobody like him,
An' walks tho the toon wes his awn,
An' shuns mony an honest acquaintence,--
Aw think he's a feul-not a man! -Source: Joe Wilson, Tyneside Songs and Drolleries
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