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THE SEASON OF THE YEAR.
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THE SEASON OF THE YEAR.
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Sung by Mr. Rayner, and the late Mr. R. Sherwin, Mr. John Reeve, and others, at the different London Theatres. Air—Old Country Melody.
When I was boon apprentice,
In vamous Zomerzetshire,
Lauks! I zerved my meester truly
For nearly zeven long year;
Until I took to powching,
Az you zhall quickly heer;
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, twas my delight, &c.
In vamous Zomerzetshire,
Lauks! I zerved my meester truly
For nearly zeven long year;
Until I took to powching,
Az you zhall quickly heer;
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, twas my delight, &c.
My meester voork'd me zoorly—
I didn't valee that—
Although he groombled all the day,
Whatever I woor at,
Sae long as I could go into
The woods, amang the deer;
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh. 'twas my delight, &c.
I didn't valee that—
Although he groombled all the day,
Whatever I woor at,
Sae long as I could go into
The woods, amang the deer;
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh. 'twas my delight, &c.
But when ma measter wanted me
To voork by candel light;
I look-ed up unto the moon,
And zhe zhone vera bright,
Zo I zhow'd un a vair pair of heels,
Without a bit of fear—
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
To voork by candel light;
I look-ed up unto the moon,
And zhe zhone vera bright,
Zo I zhow'd un a vair pair of heels,
Without a bit of fear—
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In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
I zhow'd un a vair pair of heels,
And to the alehouse went,
And there a' met zome jolly boys,
On powching they were bent.
They zwore me wan amongst them then,
All vor a pot of beer—
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
And to the alehouse went,
And there a' met zome jolly boys,
On powching they were bent.
They zwore me wan amongst them then,
All vor a pot of beer—
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
Noo 'tis I can vire a long un,
And I zhort un a can zell,
And zometimes zend a haunch unto
A vriend in town az well;
A poozles all the joostices,
And makes the parzons zwear;
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
And I zhort un a can zell,
And zometimes zend a haunch unto
A vriend in town az well;
A poozles all the joostices,
And makes the parzons zwear;
Oh, 'twas my delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
As me and ma coomrades
Were zetting on a snare,
Lauks! the geamkeepoors carm oop to us,
For them we did no care,
Case we could fight, and wrestle, lads,
Jump over ony where—
Oh, 'twas ma delight, on a zhiny night,
In the zeazon of the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
Were zetting on a snare,
Lauks! the geamkeepoors carm oop to us,
For them we did no care,
Case we could fight, and wrestle, lads,
Jump over ony where—
Oh, 'twas ma delight, on a zhiny night,
In the zeazon of the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
Az me and ma coomerads
Were zetting vour or vive,
And toaking on 'em oop agean,
We cotch'd a heere alive;
We putten into the bag, ma boys,
And through the wood did steer,
Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon of the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
Were zetting vour or vive,
And toaking on 'em oop agean,
We cotch'd a heere alive;
We putten into the bag, ma boys,
And through the wood did steer,
Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon of the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
We popt un in the bag, ma boys,
An wandered off vor town:
We took un to a neigbour's hosse,
And we zold un vor a crown;
We zold un vor a crown, ma boys,
But I did not tell ye where;
Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
An wandered off vor town:
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And we zold un vor a crown;
We zold un vor a crown, ma boys,
But I did not tell ye where;
Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
Then here's success to powching,
For I does think it vair—
And here's look to ere a gentleman
Az wants to buy a heere.
Bad look to ere a game keepoor,
Az woona zell his deere.
Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c.
For I does think it vair—
And here's look to ere a gentleman
Az wants to buy a heere.
Bad look to ere a game keepoor,
Az woona zell his deere.
Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c.
MORAL.
Vhat made me vond of powching vurst,
If you vould wish to hear,
It vas because a vound that beef
And mutton were zo dear.
While I gets geame and wenzon cheap—
Which iz a reazon clear.
Oh, 'twas ma deilght in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
If you vould wish to hear,
It vas because a vound that beef
And mutton were zo dear.
While I gets geame and wenzon cheap—
Which iz a reazon clear.
Oh, 'twas ma deilght in a zhiny night,
In the zeazon o' the year.
Oh, 'twas, &c.
The Writer first heard the old part of this Song sung at a small road-side public-house, in the little village of Lillishul, Warwickshire, aud was so pleased with the humour and melody of it, that he was induced to add half a dozen new verses to it. This is the first time it has appeared in a complete state.
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