THE VILLAGE CLUB.
1 I LIVES in a neat little cottage;
2 I rents me a nice little farm;
3 On Sundays I dresses me handsome;
4 On Mondays I dresses me warm.
5 I goes to the sign of the Anchor;
6 I sits myself quietly down,
7 To wait till the lads are all ready,
8 For we has a club in the town.
9 O lozes o' me! we are merry,
10 I only but wish ye could hear;
11 Dick Spriggins he acts sae like players,
12 Ye niver heard nothing sae queer.
13 And first he comes in for King Richard,
14 And stamps with his fit on the ground;
15 He wad part with his kingdom for horses;
16 O lozes o' me! what a sound!
17 And then he comes in for young Roma,
18 And spreads out his little black fist;
19 I's just fit to drop whilst he's talking;
20 Ye niver seed yen sae distrest.
21 O lozes o' me! it is moving, —
22 I hates for to hear a man cry;
23 And then he looks up at a window,
24 To see if lal Juliet be by.
25 And then he lets wit' at she's talking,
26 And speaks 'at ye hardly can hear;
27 But I think she caws out on Squire Roma,
28 And owther says Hinney or Dear.
29 Then up wi' Dick Spriggins for ever!
30 May he live a' the days of his life;
31 May his bairns be as honest as he's been,
32 And may he ay maister his wife!