"The Northern Cobbler" lyrics
What's I' the bottle a-standing there?
I'll tell thee: gin
But if tha wants thy grog, a man go for it down to th' inn
"Nay, for I be my hand, lad
But though thou wast ever so dry
Thou gits no gin fro' the bottle here
And I'll tell thee why
Me and this sister was married
When were it?
Back end o' June, ten year sin
And we agreed as well as a fiddly tune
I could fettle and clump o' boots and shoes wi' the best on 'em all
As fairs fro' Thursby Thurn up to Harmsby and Hutterby Hall
We was busy as bees I' the bloom
And as happy as I could think
And then the babby were born
And then I takes to the drink
And I went gairn say it, my lad
Though I be half-shamed on it now
We could sing a good song at the plough
We could sing a good song at the plough
Though I once of a frosty night, I slithered and hurted me hook
And I come neck and crook sometimes
Slipped down I' the squad and the muck
And once I fought with a tailor
Not half of a man, my lad
For he scrawmed and scratted me face like a cat
And it made her so mad that Sally she turned her tongue back
And raped him, soaked in me brains
Guzzling and soaking and smoking and hobbing about I' the lanes
So sound drunk that I doesn't not touch the hat to the squire
And I looked kind at him o'er as, and I see'd him a-gettin' a fire
But seeing I were whalas I' liquor
I was as drunk as a king
Folks cost him fitted away like a kite with a broken string
And Sally, she wedged folks' clothes to keep the wolves from them
Aye, but the more she riled, the more she took me I' the wood
For I found when her back were turned
Where Sally's own stocking were hid
And I grabbed the money she made and I wear'd I' the liquor, I did
And one night, I comes home like a bull got loose at the fair
And she were a-waiting for me, and crying and tearing her hair
And I tumbled athwart the cradle
And sweared as I'd break every stick a-running round I' the house
And I did our Sally a-kicking
And I mashed the tables and chairs, and she and the babby bailed
For I knowed no more what I did nor a merkle beast of the field
And when I waked in the murning
I see'd that our Sally went lame 'cause of the kick as I give her
And I was 'gried for a slap
And Sally were slow draggled tail in an old turned gown
And the babby's face were wetted, and we're all out upside down
And then I minded our Sally so pretty and real and sweet
Straight as a pole and clean as a flower fro' head to foot
And then I minded the first kiss I give her, at Thursby Thurn
And he were a lad a-singing his best of a songs, a man
I didn't see him, I heared him come out I' the pyre and nigher
And then he turned to the sun, and he shined like a sparkle of fire
Doesn't ask him if he answers, for I can see him
And I see nowt but the smile o' the
Sun as he danced I' her pretty blue eye
And I says, "A man give her a kiss"
And Sally says, "No, thou won't"
But I did her a kiss, and then another
And Sally says, "Don't"
And when we comed into meeting, at first she were all in a till
But arter we singed in together like birds on a bill
And muggins he preached hellfire and the love of God for men
And then, upon coming away
Sally give me a kiss of her sin
I'll tell thee: gin
But if tha wants thy grog, a man go for it down to th' inn
"Nay, for I be my hand, lad
But though thou wast ever so dry
Thou gits no gin fro' the bottle here
And I'll tell thee why
Me and this sister was married
When were it?
Back end o' June, ten year sin
And we agreed as well as a fiddly tune
I could fettle and clump o' boots and shoes wi' the best on 'em all
As fairs fro' Thursby Thurn up to Harmsby and Hutterby Hall
We was busy as bees I' the bloom
And as happy as I could think
And then the babby were born
And then I takes to the drink
And I went gairn say it, my lad
Though I be half-shamed on it now
We could sing a good song at the plough
We could sing a good song at the plough
Though I once of a frosty night, I slithered and hurted me hook
And I come neck and crook sometimes
Slipped down I' the squad and the muck
And once I fought with a tailor
Not half of a man, my lad
For he scrawmed and scratted me face like a cat
And it made her so mad that Sally she turned her tongue back
And raped him, soaked in me brains
Guzzling and soaking and smoking and hobbing about I' the lanes
So sound drunk that I doesn't not touch the hat to the squire
And I looked kind at him o'er as, and I see'd him a-gettin' a fire
But seeing I were whalas I' liquor
I was as drunk as a king
Folks cost him fitted away like a kite with a broken string
And Sally, she wedged folks' clothes to keep the wolves from them
Aye, but the more she riled, the more she took me I' the wood
For I found when her back were turned
Where Sally's own stocking were hid
And I grabbed the money she made and I wear'd I' the liquor, I did
And one night, I comes home like a bull got loose at the fair
And she were a-waiting for me, and crying and tearing her hair
And I tumbled athwart the cradle
And sweared as I'd break every stick a-running round I' the house
And I did our Sally a-kicking
And I mashed the tables and chairs, and she and the babby bailed
For I knowed no more what I did nor a merkle beast of the field
And when I waked in the murning
I see'd that our Sally went lame 'cause of the kick as I give her
And I was 'gried for a slap
And Sally were slow draggled tail in an old turned gown
And the babby's face were wetted, and we're all out upside down
And then I minded our Sally so pretty and real and sweet
Straight as a pole and clean as a flower fro' head to foot
And then I minded the first kiss I give her, at Thursby Thurn
And he were a lad a-singing his best of a songs, a man
I didn't see him, I heared him come out I' the pyre and nigher
And then he turned to the sun, and he shined like a sparkle of fire
Doesn't ask him if he answers, for I can see him
And I see nowt but the smile o' the
Sun as he danced I' her pretty blue eye
And I says, "A man give her a kiss"
And Sally says, "No, thou won't"
But I did her a kiss, and then another
And Sally says, "Don't"
And when we comed into meeting, at first she were all in a till
But arter we singed in together like birds on a bill
And muggins he preached hellfire and the love of God for men
And then, upon coming away
Sally give me a kiss of her sin
