Poems and Lancashire Songs By Edwin Waugh. Fourth Edition, With Additions |
I'VE WORN MY BITS O' SHOON
AWAY. |
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I'VE WORN MY BITS O' SHOON AWAY.
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I've worn my bits o' shoon away,Wi' roving up an' deawn,
To see yon moorlan' valleys, an'
Yon little country teawn:
The dule tak shoon, and stockin's too!
My heart feels hutchin'-fain;
An', if I trudge it bar-fuut, lads,
I'll see yon teawn again!
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II
It's what care I for cities grand,—We never shall agree;
I'd rayther live where th' layrock sings,—
A country teawn for me!
A country teawn, where one can meet
Wi' friends, an' neighbours known;
Where one can lounge i'th market-place,
An' see the meadows mown.
III
Yon moorland hills are bloomin' wildAt th' endin' o' July;
Yon woodlan' cloofs, an' valleys green,—
The sweetest under th' sky;
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Fro' th' meawntains into th' plain;—
As soon as th' new moon rises, lads,
I'm off to th' moors again!
IV
There's hearty lads among yon hills,An' in yon country teawn;
They'n far moor sense nor preawder folk,—
I'll peawnd it for a creawn;
They re wick an' warm at wark an' fun,
Wherever they may go,—
The primest breed o' lads i'th world,—
Good luck attend 'em o'!
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V
Last neet I laft the city thrung,An' climbed yon hillock green;
An' turned my face to th' moorlan' hills,
Wi' th' wayter i' my e'en;
Wi' th' wayter wellin' i' my e'en;—
I'll bundle up, an' go,
An' I'll live an' dee i' my own countrie,
Where moorlan' breezes blow!
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