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Milk for my sweet arts Bess fur it mun be the time about now	B
When dolly cooms in fro' the far end close wi' her pa ils fro' the cow	B
Eh tha be new to the pla ce thou'rt ga pin' doesn't tha see	C
I calls 'em arter the fellers es once was sweet upo' me	C
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Na y to be sewer it be past 'er time What ma kes 'er sa la te	C
Goa to the la ne at the back an' loo k thruf Maddison's ga te	C
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Sweet arts Molly belike may 'a lighted to night upo' one	D
Sweet arts thanks to the Lord that I niver not listen'd to no n	E
So I sits i' my o n armchair wi' my o n kettle theere o' the hob	F
An' Tommy the fust an' Tommy the second an' Steevie an' Rob	F
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Rob coom cop 'ere o' my knee Thou sees that i' spite o' the men	E
I 'a kep' thruf thick an' thin my two 'oonderd a year to mysen	E
Yis thaw tha call'd me es pretty es ony lass i' the Shere	G
An' thou be es pretty a Tabby but Robby I seed thruf ya theere	G
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Feyther 'ud sa y I wur ugly es sin an' I be nt not va in	E
But I niver wur downright hugly thaw soom 'ud 'a thowt ma pla in	E
An' I wasn't sa pla in i' pink ribbons ye said I wur pretty i' pinks	H
An' I liked to 'ear it I did but I brunt sich a fool as ye thinks	H
Ye was stro kin ma down wi' the 'air as I be a stro kin o' you	I
But whiniver I loo ked i' the glass I wur sewer that it couldn't be true	I
Niver wur pretty not I but ye knaw'd it wur pleasant to 'ear	I
Thaw it warn't not me es wur pretty but my two 'oonderd a year	I
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D'ya mind the murnin' when we was a walkin' togither an' stood	J
By the cla y'd oop pond that the foalk be sa scared at i' Gigglesby wood	J
Wheer the poor wench drowndid hersen black Sal es'ed been disgra ced	J
An' I feel'd thy arm es I stood wur a cree pin about my wa ist	J
An' me es wur allus afear'd of a man's gittin' over fond	J
I sidled awa y an' awa y till I plumpt foot fust i' the pond	J
And Robby I niver 'a liked tha sa well as I did that da y	-
Fur tha joompt in thysen an' tha hoickt my feet wi' a flop fro' the cla y	-
Ay stick oop thy back an' set oop thy ta il tha may gie ma a kiss	K
Fur I walk'd wi' tha all the way hoam an' wur niver sa nigh sa yin' Yis	K
But wa boath was i' sich a clat we was sha med to cross Gigglesby Gree n	E
Fur a cat may loo k at a king thou knaws but the cat mun be clean	E
Sa we bo th on us kep out o' sight o' the winders o' Gigglesby Hinn	E
Na y but the claws o' tha quiet they pricks clean thruf to the skin	E
An' wa bo th slinkt 'o m by the brokken shed i' the la ne at the back	L
Wheer the poodle runn'd at tha once an' thou runn'd oop o' the thack	L
An' tha squeedg'd my 'and i' the shed fur theere we was forced to 'ide	J
Fur I seed that Steevie wur coomin' and one o' the Tommies beside	J
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Theere now what art 'a mewin at Steevie for owt I can tell	M
Robby wur fust to be sewer or I mowt 'a liked tha as well	M
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But Robby I thowt o' tha all the while I wur cha ngin' my gown	E
An' I thowt shall I cha nge my sta te but O Lord upo' coomin' down	E
My bran new carpet es fresh es a midder o' flowers i' Ma y	-
Why 'edn't tha wiped thy shoes it wur clatted all ower wi' cla y	-
An' I could 'a cried ammost fur I seed that it couldn't be	-
An' Robby I gied tha a ra tin that sattled thy coortin o' me	-
An' Molly an' me was agreed as we was a cleanin' the floor	I
That a man be a durty thing an' a trouble an' plague wi' indoor	I
But I rued it arter a bit fur I stuck to tha moor na the rest	J
But I couldn't 'a lived wi' a man an' I knaws it be all fur the best	J
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Na y let ma stro k tha down till I ma kes tha es smooth es silk	L
But if I 'ed married tha Robby thou'd not 'a been worth thy milk	L
Thou'd niver 'a cotch'd ony mice but 'a left me the work to do	J
And 'a ta en to the bottle beside so es all that I 'ears be true	J
But I loovs tha to ma ke thysen 'appy an' soa purr awa y my dear	I
Thou 'ed wellnigh purr'd ma awa y fro' my o n two 'oonderd a year	I
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Swe rin agean you Toms as ye used to do twelve year sin'	E
Ye niver 'e rd Steevie swear 'cep' it wur at a dog coomin' in	E
An' boath o' ye mun be fools to be hallus a shawin' your claws	K
Fur I niver cared nothink for neither an' one o' ye de d ye knaws	K
Coom give ho ver then weant ye I warrant ye soom fine da y	-
Theere dig down I shall hew to gie one or tother awa y	-
Can't ye ta ke pattern by Steevie ye shant hew a drop fro' the pa il	N
Steevie be right good manners bang thruf to the tip o' the ta il	N
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Xl	N
Robby git down wi'tha wilt tha let Steevie coom oop o' my knee	E
Steevie my lad thou 'ed very nigh been the Steevie fur me	E
Robby wur fust to be sewer 'e wur burn an' bred i' the 'ouse	K
But thou be es 'ansom a tabby es iver patted a mouse	K
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An' I be nt not va in but I knaws I 'ed led tha a quieter life	-
Nor her wi' the hepitaph yonder A fa ithfnl an' loovin' wife	-
An' 'cos o' thy farm by the beck an' thy windmill oop o' the croft	J
Tha thowt tha would marry ma did tha but that wur a bit ower soft	J
Thaw thou was es so ber es da y wi' a niced red fa ce an' es cle n	E
Es a shillin' fresh fro' the mint wi' a bran new 'e d o' the Quee n	E
An' thy farmin' es cle n es thysen' fur Steevie tha kep' it sa ne t	E
That I niver not spied sa much es a poppy along wi' the whe t	E
An' the wool of a thistle a flyin' an' see din' tha ha ted to see	E
'Twur es bad es a battle twig 'ere i' my o n blue chaumber to me	E
Ay roob thy whiskers age n ma fur I could 'a ta en to tha well	N
But fur thy bairns poor Steevie a bouncin' boy an' a gell	N
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An' thou was es fond o' thy bairns es I be mysen o' my cats	E
But I niver not wish'd fur childer I hevn't naw likin' fur brats	E
Pretty anew when ya dresses 'em oop an' they go s fur a walk	L
Or sits wi' their 'ands afoor 'em an' doesn't not 'inder the talk	L
But their bottles o' pap an' their mucky bibs an' the clats an' the clouts	E
An' their mashin' their toys to pie ces an' ma kin' ma deaf wi' their shouts	E
An' hallus a joompin' about ma as if they was set upo' springs	E
An' a haxin' ma hawkard questions an' sa yin' ondecent things	E
Alt' a callin' ma 'hugly' mayhap to my fa ce or a te rin' my gown	E
Dear dear dear I mun part them Tommies Steevie git down	E
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XIV	-
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Ye be wuss nor the men tommies you I tell'd ya na moor o' that	J
Tom lig theere o' the cushion an' tother Tom 'ere o' the mat	J
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XV	-
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Theere I ha' master'd them Hed I married the Tommies O Lord	J
To loove an' oba y the Tommies I couldn't 'a stuck by my word	J
To be horder'd about an' wa ked when Molly 'd put out the light	J
By a man coomin' in wi' a hiccup at ony hour o' the night	J
An' the ta ble sta in'd wi' 'is a le an' the mud o' 'is boots o' the stairs	E
An' the stink o' 'is pipe i' the 'ouse an' the mark o' 'is 'e d o' the chairs	E
An' noun o' my four sweet arts 'ud 'a let me 'a led my o n wa y	-
Sa I likes 'em best wi' ta ils when they 'evn't a word to sa y	-
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An' I sits i' my o n little parlour an' sarved by my o n little lass	E
Wi' my o n little garden outside an' my o n bed o' sparrow grass	E
An' my o n door poorch wi the woodbine an' jessmine a dressin' it gree n	E
An' my o n fine Jackman i' purple a ro bin' the 'ouse like a Quee n	E
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An' the little gells bobs to ma hoffens es I be abroad i' the la nes	E
When I go s fur to coomfut the poor es be down wi' their ha ches an' their pa ins	E
An' a ha f pot o' jam or a mossel o' me t when it be nt too dear	I
They ma kes ma a gra ter La dy nor 'er i' the mansion theer	I
Hes 'es hallus to hax of a man how much to spare or to spend	J
An' a spinster I be an' I will be if so ple se God to the hend	J
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Mew mew Bess wi' the milk what ha ma de our Molly sa la te	J
It should 'a been 'ere by seven an' theere it be strikin' height	J
'Cushie wur cra zed fur'er cauf' well I 'e rd 'er a ma kin' 'er mo n	E
An' I thowt to mysen 'thank God that I hevn't naw cauf o' my o n '	-
Theere	I
Set it down	E
Now Robby	J
You Tommies shall wa it to night	J
Till Robby an' Steevie 'es 'ed their lap an' it sarves ye right	J

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