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THESE MAUND'RIN' E'EN.
Oh, these maund'rin'
e'en,
Full o' wild meander,
After Mally Green,
Olez upo' th' wander!
Top to toe, aw'm queer;
Weel aw may one look wizzen't,
Foolish when hoo's hear—
Crazy when hoo isn 't!
Chorus—
Full o' wild meander,
After Mally Green,
Olez upo' th' wander!
Top to toe, aw'm queer;
Weel aw may one look wizzen't,
Foolish when hoo's hear—
Crazy when hoo isn 't!
Oh, these, &c.
293
True love—though so shy,
In a corner, creepin',
Through some slifter, sly,
Connot howd for peepin';
Cruttle ne'er so still,
Thinkin' noan's to know him—
Smoor it as he will,
Summat's sure to show him.
In a corner, creepin',
Through some slifter, sly,
Connot howd for peepin';
Cruttle ne'er so still,
Thinkin' noan's to know him—
Smoor it as he will,
Summat's sure to show him.
Chorus—
Oh, these, &c.
Neaw his cheeks are seen,
Flushed wi' tell-tale burnin',
Neaw, his faithful e'en,
To his darlin' turnin';
Wheer the heart will be,
Th' wits are sure to wander;
What one likes to see,
At it they mun glendur.
Flushed wi' tell-tale burnin',
Neaw, his faithful e'en,
To his darlin' turnin';
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Th' wits are sure to wander;
What one likes to see,
At it they mun glendur.
Chorus—
Oh, these, &c.
To her, neet an' day,
Still my fancy sallies,
Oh,—I dar not say,
That it's same wi' Mally's
If my yed's a foo,
T'mends it noan to skelp it,
What's a lad to do
When he connot help it?
Still my fancy sallies,
Oh,—I dar not say,
That it's same wi' Mally's
If my yed's a foo,
T'mends it noan to skelp it,
What's a lad to do
When he connot help it?
Chorus—
Oh, these, &c.
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If one's heart's so warm
That it's hard to bide it,
It mun come to harm,
With a foo's to guide it;
Oh, my bonny lass,
End this jinglin' blether —
Th' heart an' yed,—bith mass,
Tak it o' together!
That it's hard to bide it,
It mun come to harm,
With a foo's to guide it;
Oh, my bonny lass,
End this jinglin' blether —
Th' heart an' yed,—bith mass,
Tak it o' together!
Chorus—
Oh, these, &c.
Tak' my e'en, an' then,
I's know wheer to find 'em
Ne'er to rove again,
While they 'n thee to bind 'em;
Swap
my love for thine,
Link 'em ne 'er to sever;
Make this heart o' mine
Hutchin' fain for ever!
I's know wheer to find 'em
Ne'er to rove again,
While they 'n thee to bind 'em;
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Link 'em ne 'er to sever;
Make this heart o' mine
Hutchin' fain for ever!
Chorus—
Oh, these, &c.
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