DOI Heft:
March 22, 1862
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16869#0121
March 22, 1862.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
US
A PLAINT BY A PITMAN.
ARE O’ THE AWD SCHEIE.
A corse for pollises,1 aw swear,
WEen aw was young.
Ah man! but aw remembers well
The feeghts we had o’ Gyatesheed Fell;
Hoc mony ? lawks, aw canna tell.
Poor Geordy Stammers, naen cud lick him
I’ Swallwell, Benton, or 1’ Whikham,
When aw was young.
Ba gum ! aw mind maw bulldog Bet,
She neer let gan hor haud, the pet!
Aw niver seed hor hammered yet:
An’ wonst guid lass ! when o’ the mange ill
She drared the badger like a angel!
When aw was young.
On pay days when we dru wor cash,
At Hell’s kitchen hoo we wad blash.
Sing, sweer, an’ kick up a strawmash,
Feeght, drink, untiv the cash wor dune,
Smash man! them was the days for fun,
When aw was young.
An’ lawks ! the feastin we’d hev then,
The beef an’ puddin, yell2 an’ gin.
Eh, them was days when men was men !
Four punds o’ meat a man we’d stuff
Afore we’d cry oot “ Haud enuff! ”
When aw was young.
Aw mind us when wor Meg gat wed,
“ Aw ’ll hev some drink te neet,” aw sed,
An’ se aw niver went to bed
For mebbies3 ’twas a munth or more,
But sleep’t awhiles upon the floor;
Then aw was young.
An’ lawks ! hoo mony times aw’ve ett
Twe pund o’ candles for a bet';
An’ when aw’ve doon te dinner set,
Forbye o’ beef a greet big cut.
Of sausages aw’ve gorged six fut!
When aw was young.
The cocks, the bonnie cocks! ah sors:
The thowt o’ them maw awd bluid stors:
Te see them strike wi’ nebs an’ spors
Wad pleased the son o’ ony mammy,
For ’mang them neer was fund a hammy.
When aw was young.
Newcassel races was a seeght.
We drunk byeth morning, noon, an’ neeght,
Begoks ! we maist did nowt but feeght:
An mebbies when te sleep we’d lyen.
We woke up drunk, an’ fowt agyen.
When aw was young.
ear Poonch, aw’m
telled that thou’s
been wreetin
Aboot huz collyers
gien up feeghtin,
An’ all tne gyemes
tha tuk deleet
in:
Aw’m sorry, man,
te say it’s true,
Tha’ve clean for-
got what tha
shud do,
Sin aw was young.
For, smash man
Geordy! them
was days 1
We trapped oot i’
wor Sunday
claes,
Blue, reed, an’ yal-
ler, did amaze
Newcassel toon,
an’ didn’t care
But noo !—Byeth cocks an’ dogs forgotten.
Of rows an’ sprees a’ nearly shorten,*
Aw’m shoore the styate o’ things gan rotten;
For ’steed o’ drink an’ fights, the rules
Hev nobbut lecturs, buiks, an’ skules,
Noo aw’m not young.
I’steed o’ treynin lads te fite,
Tha treyns them noo tc reed an’ rite,
An’ when their dad comes hyem at nite
Psteed o’ drinking, row, an’ strife,
He plays the fiddle tiv his wife!
Noo aw’m not young.
I’steed o’ bulldogs for his pets,
Canaiiies, doos6 an’ hens he gets.
An’ if tha hap te dee, he frets:
Then whiles the bairns thor supper moonch,
He gars them grin wiv reading Poonch !
Noo aw’m not young.
An’ noo wor cheps can read an’ reet,
I’ buiks, not badgers, tha deleet.
An’ divent care te see dogs feeght:
Smash man! aw think this eddication
Ull be the ruin o’ the nyation,
Noo aw’se not young.
Aw’m glad aw’se gettin Age’s blinkers,
For noo wor hewers, putters, sinkers,6
Hev torned filosophers an’ thinkers,
An’ divent nowt i’ drinkin spend,
Ba gum ! the world is near its end.
An’ aw’se not young!
jPolicemen.
4 Doves.
2 Ale.
3 May be.
6 Different kinds of miners.
Rid
A WHISPER IN THE EAR OF THE EMPEROR.
A French newspaper receives a warning for what is called a “ delit
de la pressed So arbitrary are many of these punishments that we
think it would be much better if, in printer’s language, which any one
connected with the Press will instantly understand, all these delits were
for the future “ deleted ”—that is to say, struck out, and done away
with altogether. That would be literally “ a correction” of the Press
—a correction in the light of a great improvement. We fancy that
Louis Napoleon’s government would gain greatly in popularity by
adopting the hint we are now generously giving it. At present, any
one would imagine that the French Editors were no better than his
servants, for he is always giving them warning. In England, the posi-
tion is rather reversed, for with us it is the ministers and public men
who are rather the servants of the Press. It is we who are always
giving them warning, and if they are troublesome after that, we tell
them very plainly to go about their business. In this way, many a
f revoking Premier have we made leave his place at a moment’s notice,
t was our painful duty about a fortnight ago to warn the The
O’Donoghue, and you see he has been very quiet ever since.
Useful and Ornamental.
There is a celebrated Sculptor, well known for the joviality of his
suppers, who opens the oysters with his chisel, and makes beautiful
cameos out of the shells afterwards.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
US
A PLAINT BY A PITMAN.
ARE O’ THE AWD SCHEIE.
A corse for pollises,1 aw swear,
WEen aw was young.
Ah man! but aw remembers well
The feeghts we had o’ Gyatesheed Fell;
Hoc mony ? lawks, aw canna tell.
Poor Geordy Stammers, naen cud lick him
I’ Swallwell, Benton, or 1’ Whikham,
When aw was young.
Ba gum ! aw mind maw bulldog Bet,
She neer let gan hor haud, the pet!
Aw niver seed hor hammered yet:
An’ wonst guid lass ! when o’ the mange ill
She drared the badger like a angel!
When aw was young.
On pay days when we dru wor cash,
At Hell’s kitchen hoo we wad blash.
Sing, sweer, an’ kick up a strawmash,
Feeght, drink, untiv the cash wor dune,
Smash man! them was the days for fun,
When aw was young.
An’ lawks ! the feastin we’d hev then,
The beef an’ puddin, yell2 an’ gin.
Eh, them was days when men was men !
Four punds o’ meat a man we’d stuff
Afore we’d cry oot “ Haud enuff! ”
When aw was young.
Aw mind us when wor Meg gat wed,
“ Aw ’ll hev some drink te neet,” aw sed,
An’ se aw niver went to bed
For mebbies3 ’twas a munth or more,
But sleep’t awhiles upon the floor;
Then aw was young.
An’ lawks ! hoo mony times aw’ve ett
Twe pund o’ candles for a bet';
An’ when aw’ve doon te dinner set,
Forbye o’ beef a greet big cut.
Of sausages aw’ve gorged six fut!
When aw was young.
The cocks, the bonnie cocks! ah sors:
The thowt o’ them maw awd bluid stors:
Te see them strike wi’ nebs an’ spors
Wad pleased the son o’ ony mammy,
For ’mang them neer was fund a hammy.
When aw was young.
Newcassel races was a seeght.
We drunk byeth morning, noon, an’ neeght,
Begoks ! we maist did nowt but feeght:
An mebbies when te sleep we’d lyen.
We woke up drunk, an’ fowt agyen.
When aw was young.
ear Poonch, aw’m
telled that thou’s
been wreetin
Aboot huz collyers
gien up feeghtin,
An’ all tne gyemes
tha tuk deleet
in:
Aw’m sorry, man,
te say it’s true,
Tha’ve clean for-
got what tha
shud do,
Sin aw was young.
For, smash man
Geordy! them
was days 1
We trapped oot i’
wor Sunday
claes,
Blue, reed, an’ yal-
ler, did amaze
Newcassel toon,
an’ didn’t care
But noo !—Byeth cocks an’ dogs forgotten.
Of rows an’ sprees a’ nearly shorten,*
Aw’m shoore the styate o’ things gan rotten;
For ’steed o’ drink an’ fights, the rules
Hev nobbut lecturs, buiks, an’ skules,
Noo aw’m not young.
I’steed o’ treynin lads te fite,
Tha treyns them noo tc reed an’ rite,
An’ when their dad comes hyem at nite
Psteed o’ drinking, row, an’ strife,
He plays the fiddle tiv his wife!
Noo aw’m not young.
I’steed o’ bulldogs for his pets,
Canaiiies, doos6 an’ hens he gets.
An’ if tha hap te dee, he frets:
Then whiles the bairns thor supper moonch,
He gars them grin wiv reading Poonch !
Noo aw’m not young.
An’ noo wor cheps can read an’ reet,
I’ buiks, not badgers, tha deleet.
An’ divent care te see dogs feeght:
Smash man! aw think this eddication
Ull be the ruin o’ the nyation,
Noo aw’se not young.
Aw’m glad aw’se gettin Age’s blinkers,
For noo wor hewers, putters, sinkers,6
Hev torned filosophers an’ thinkers,
An’ divent nowt i’ drinkin spend,
Ba gum ! the world is near its end.
An’ aw’se not young!
jPolicemen.
4 Doves.
2 Ale.
3 May be.
6 Different kinds of miners.
Rid
A WHISPER IN THE EAR OF THE EMPEROR.
A French newspaper receives a warning for what is called a “ delit
de la pressed So arbitrary are many of these punishments that we
think it would be much better if, in printer’s language, which any one
connected with the Press will instantly understand, all these delits were
for the future “ deleted ”—that is to say, struck out, and done away
with altogether. That would be literally “ a correction” of the Press
—a correction in the light of a great improvement. We fancy that
Louis Napoleon’s government would gain greatly in popularity by
adopting the hint we are now generously giving it. At present, any
one would imagine that the French Editors were no better than his
servants, for he is always giving them warning. In England, the posi-
tion is rather reversed, for with us it is the ministers and public men
who are rather the servants of the Press. It is we who are always
giving them warning, and if they are troublesome after that, we tell
them very plainly to go about their business. In this way, many a
f revoking Premier have we made leave his place at a moment’s notice,
t was our painful duty about a fortnight ago to warn the The
O’Donoghue, and you see he has been very quiet ever since.
Useful and Ornamental.
There is a celebrated Sculptor, well known for the joviality of his
suppers, who opens the oysters with his chisel, and makes beautiful
cameos out of the shells afterwards.