The songs of the Wilsons With a memoir of the Family, and several additional songs never before published. Edited by John Harland |
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THE COUNTRY WEDDING. |
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THE COUNTRY WEDDING.
By Mr Thomas Wilson.
Sam, at Jack o' Neddur's, wur tir't o' livin' single life,
An' lusty Bess at Yebbur's, he towd ther fowks he 'd have to wife.
“Be quiet, Sam!” th' owd daddy cries, “it 's time enoof for thee t' be wed.”
Co'd Sam, “Aw conno' rest my hide i' th' neet, aw feel so queer i' bed.”
An' lusty Bess at Yebbur's, he towd ther fowks he 'd have to wife.
“Be quiet, Sam!” th' owd daddy cries, “it 's time enoof for thee t' be wed.”
Co'd Sam, “Aw conno' rest my hide i' th' neet, aw feel so queer i' bed.”
That neet Sam lay oneasy, an' oft for mornin' he did wish,
Until he 'd seen his Bessy he couldn't look at porridge dish;
His loom stood still, an' he look't ill, and every day he thinner grew:
At last th' owd daddy gav' consent, and joyfully to Bess he flew.
Until he 'd seen his Bessy he couldn't look at porridge dish;
His loom stood still, an' he look't ill, and every day he thinner grew:
At last th' owd daddy gav' consent, and joyfully to Bess he flew.
When Bess receiv'd the welcome news, a modest blush proclaim'd her charms;
And Sam was smit with Cupid's dart, and round her neck he threw his arms;
He buss'd and kiss'd her o'er and o'er, while Bessy, fainting, hung her head.
At last keen nature ceased to throb, and both agreed i' th' morn to wed.
And Sam was smit with Cupid's dart, and round her neck he threw his arms;
He buss'd and kiss'd her o'er and o'er, while Bessy, fainting, hung her head.
At last keen nature ceased to throb, and both agreed i' th' morn to wed.
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I' th' morn Sam wakken'd Bess by time, and likewise Tom an' Jer an' Joe,
An' Bill an' Dick, an' Ned an' Jack; each had a lass wi' him to go.
A fiddle, too, Sam swore he 'd have, and to owd blind Jud he gav' a crown;
With “Tink-a-tink,” an' “Bob an' Joan,” so merrily they jogg'd to town.
An' Bill an' Dick, an' Ned an' Jack; each had a lass wi' him to go.
A fiddle, too, Sam swore he 'd have, and to owd blind Jud he gav' a crown;
With “Tink-a-tink,” an' “Bob an' Joan,” so merrily they jogg'd to town.
With pleasant chat they ownward jog, aich lad did clip his bonny lass;
An' when they coom to th' Half-way House, Sam paid for aich a thumpin' glass.
With merry hearts again they start, and in town they now arrive;
To th' church they goo, by two an' two, an' boldly to th' altar drive.
An' when they coom to th' Half-way House, Sam paid for aich a thumpin' glass.
With merry hearts again they start, and in town they now arrive;
To th' church they goo, by two an' two, an' boldly to th' altar drive.
Now little scowlin' Joshua
comes, the wedding folks throng in the aisle,
An' with his gown an' book he stands: Sam wink't, an' Bess hoo gan a smile.
The knot wur tied, then home they hied, blind Jud wi' the fiddle led the van.
The neighbours welcomed their return, an' join'd 'em in the flowin' can.
An' with his gown an' book he stands: Sam wink't, an' Bess hoo gan a smile.
The knot wur tied, then home they hied, blind Jud wi' the fiddle led the van.
The neighbours welcomed their return, an' join'd 'em in the flowin' can.
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Now th' lads they fell to doncin', an' lasses join'd 'em in th' fun,
Exceptin' Bess, who linger'd, an' nudged at Sam, an' whisper'd, “Come.”
Blind Jud struck up, “Off she goes,” an' Sam cried, “On, wi' o' my heart.”
No doubt Sam donced i' double time, an' Bess, aw 'm sure, hoo play'd her part.
Exceptin' Bess, who linger'd, an' nudged at Sam, an' whisper'd, “Come.”
Blind Jud struck up, “Off she goes,” an' Sam cried, “On, wi' o' my heart.”
No doubt Sam donced i' double time, an' Bess, aw 'm sure, hoo play'd her part.
The neighbours they coom flockin' in, and happiness did wish the pair.
An' to conclude the weddin' feast, blind Jud wi' th' fiddle banish'd care;
Sam paid for o' th' weddin' fees; with cake an' ale they did regale;
An' to this day, wife Bess agrees, that Sam in love does never fail.
An' to conclude the weddin' feast, blind Jud wi' th' fiddle banish'd care;
Sam paid for o' th' weddin' fees; with cake an' ale they did regale;
An' to this day, wife Bess agrees, that Sam in love does never fail.
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