CRIPPLED BLACK PHOENIXThe Northern Cobbler Lyrics
WAÃ„IT till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a' sights1 to tell.
Eh, but I be maÃ¤in glad to seeÃ¤ tha sa 'arty an' well.
'Cast awaÃ¤y on a disolut land wi' a vartical soon2!'
Strange fur to goÃ¤ fur to think what saÃ¤ilors a' seeÃ¤n an' a' doon;
'Summat to drink sa' 'ot?' I 'a nowt but Adam's wine:
What's the 'eÃ¤t o' this little 'ill-side to the 'eÃ¤t o' the line?
'What's i' tha bottle a-stanning theer? I'll tell tha. Gin.
But if thou wants thy grog, tha mun goÃ¤ fur it down to the inn.
Naay fur I be maÃ¤in-glad, but thaw tha was iver sa dry,
Thou gits naw gin fro' the bottle theer, an' I'll tell tha why.
MeÃ¤ an' thy sister was married, when wur it? back-end o' June,
Ten year sin', and wa 'greed as well as a fiddle i' tune:
I could fettle and clump owd booÃ¶ts and shoes wi' the best on 'em all,
As fer as fro' Thursby thurn hup to Harmsby and Hutterby Hall.
We was busy as beeÃ¤s i' the bloom an' 'appy as 'art could think,
An' then the babby wur burn, and then I taÃ¤kes to the drink.
An' I weant gaÃ¤insaÃ¤y it, my lad, thaw I be hafe shaÃ¤med on it now,
We could sing a good song at the Plow, we could sing a good song at the Plow;
Thaw once of a frosty night I slither'd an hurted my huck, 3
An' I coom'd neck-an-crop soomtimes slaÃ¤pe down i' the squad an' the muck:
An' once I fowt wi' the TaÃ¤ilor not hafe ov a man, my lad
Fur he scrawm'd an' scratted my faÃ¤ce like a cat, an' it maÃ¤de'er sa mad
That Sally she turn'd a tongue-banger4 an' raÃ¤ted ma, 'Sottin' thy braÃ¤ins
Guzzlin' an' soÃ¤kin' an' smoÃ¤kin' an' hawmin'5 about i' the laÃ¤nes,
SoÃ¤ sow-droonk that tha doesn not touch thy 'at to the Squire;'
An' I looÃ¶k'd cock-eyed at my noÃ¤se an' I seeÃ¤d 'im a-gittin' o' fire;
But sin' I wur hallus i' liquor an' hallus as droonk as a king,
FoÃ¤lks' coostom flitted awaÃ¤y like a kite wi' a brokken string.
An' Sally she wesh'd foÃ¤lks' cloÃ¤ths to keep the wolf fro' the door,
Eh but the moor she riled me, she druv me to drink the moor,
Fur I fun', when 'er hack wur turn'd, wheer Sally's owd stockin' wur 'id,
An' I grabb'd the munny she maÃ¤de, and I weÃ¤r'd it o' liquor, I did.
An' one night I cooms 'oÃ¤m like a bull gotten loose at a faÃ¤ir,
An' she wur a-waÃ¤itin' fo'mma, an' cryin' and teÃ¤rin' 'er 'aÃ¤ir,
An' I tummled athurt the craÃ¤dle an' sweÃ¤r'd as I'd break ivry stick
O' furnitur 'ere i' the 'ouse, an' I gied our Sally a kick,
An' I mash'd the taÃ¤bles an' chairs, an' she an' the babby beÃ¤l'd, 6
Fur I knaw'd naw moor what I did nor a mortal beÃ¤st o' the feÃ¤ld.
An' when I waÃ¤ked i' the murnin' I seeÃ¤d that our Sally went laÃ¤med
Cos' o' the kick as I gied 'er, an' I wur dreadful ashaÃ¤med;
An' Sally wur sloomy7 an' draggle taÃ¤il'd in an owd turn gown,
An' the babby's faÃ¤ce wurn't wesh'd an' the 'ole 'ouse hupside down.
An' then I minded our Sally sa patty an' neÃ¤t an' sweeÃ¤t,
Strait as a pole an' cleÃ¤n as a flower fro' 'ead to feeÃ¤t:
An' then I minded the fust kiss I gied 'er by Thursby thurn;
Theer wur a lark a-singin' 'is best of a Sunday at murn,
Couldn't see 'im, we 'eÃ¤rd 'im a-mountin' oop 'igher an' 'igher,
An' then 'e turn'd to the sun, an' 'e shined like a sparkle o' fire.
'Doesn't tha see 'im,' she axes, 'fur I can see 'im?' an' I
SeeÃ¤d nobbut the smile o' the sun as danced in 'er pratty blue eye;
An' I says 'I mun gie tha a kiss,' an' Sally says 'NoÃ¤, thou moÃ¤nt,'
But I gied 'er a kiss, an' then anoother, an' Sally says 'doÃ¤nt!'
An' when we coom'd into MeeÃ¤tin', at fust she wur all in a tew,
But, arter, we sing'd the 'ymn togither like birds on a beugh;
An' Muggins 'e preÃ¤ch'd o' Hell-fire an' the loov o' God fur men,
An' then upo' coomin' awaÃ¤y Sally gied me a kiss ov 'ersen.
Heer wur a fall fro' a kiss to a kick like SaÃ¤tan as fell
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Down out o' heaven i' hell-fire thaw theer's naw drinkin' i' Hell;
MeÃ¤ fur to kick our Sally as kep the wolf fro' the door,
All along o' the drink, fur I loov'd 'er as well as afoor.
Sa like a greÃ¤t num-cumpus I blubber'd awaÃ¤y o' the bed
'WeÃ¤nt niver do it naw moor;' an' Sally loookt up an' she said,
'I'll upowd it8 tha weÃ¤nt; thou'rt like the rest o' the men,
Thou'll goÃ¤ sniffin' about the tap till tha does it agÃ«an.
Theer's thy hennemy, man, an' I knaws, as knaws tha sa well,
That, if tha seeÃ¤s 'im an' smells 'im tha'll foller 'im slick into Hell.'
'NaÃ¤y,' says I, 'fur I weÃ¤nt goÃ¤ sniffin' about the tap.'
'WeÃ¤nt tha?' she says, an' mysen I thowt i' mysen 'mayhap.'
'NoÃ¤:' an' I started awaÃ¤y like a shot, an' down to the Hinn,
An' I browt what tha seeÃ¤s stannin' theer, yon big black bottle o' gin.
'That caps owt,'9 says Sally, an' saw she begins to cry,
But I puts it inter 'er 'ands an' I says to 'er, 'Sally,' says I,
'Stan' 'im theer i' the naÃ¤me o' the Lord an' the power ov 'is GraÃ¤ce,
Stan' 'im theer, fur I'll looÃ¶k my hennemy strait i' the faÃ¤ce,
Stan' 'im theer i' the winder, an' let ma looÃ¶k at 'im then,
'E seeÃ¤ms naw moor nor watter, an' 'e's the Divil's oÃ¤n sen.'
An' I wur down i' tha mouth, couldn't do naw work an' all,
Nasty an' snaggy an' shaÃ¤ky, an' poonch'd my 'and wi' the hawl,
But she wur a power o' coomfut, an' sattled 'ersen o' my knee,
An' coÃ¤xd an' coodled me oop till ageÃ¤n I feel'd mysen free.
An' Sally she tell'd it about, an' foÃ¤lk stood a-gawmin'10 in,
As thaw it wur summat bewitch'd istead of a quart o' gin;
An' some on 'em said it wur watter an' I wur chousin' the wife,
Fur I couldn't 'owd 'ands off gin, wur it nobbut to saÃ¤ve my life;
An' blacksmith 'e strips me the thick ov 'is airm, an' 'e shaws it to me,
FeeÃ¤l thou this! thou can't graw this upo' watter!' says he.
An' Doctor 'e calls o' Sunday an' just as candles was lit,
'Thou moÃ¤nt do it,' he says, 'tha mun break 'im off bit by bit.'
'Thou'rt but a Methody-man,' says Parson, and laÃ¤ys down 'is 'at,
An' 'e points to the bottle o' gin, 'but I respeeks tha fur that;'
An' Squire, his oÃ¤n very sen, walks down fro' the 'All to see,
An' 'e spanks 'is 'and into mine, 'fur I respecks tha,' says 'e;
An' coostom ageÃ¤n draw'd in like a wind fro' far an' wide,
And browt me the booÃ¶ts to be cobbled fro' hafe the coontryside.
An' theer 'e stans an' theer 'e shall stan to my dying daÃ¤y;
I 'a gotten to loov 'im ageÃ¤n in anoother kind of a waÃ¤y,
Proud on 'im, like, my lad, an' I keeÃ¤ps 'im cleÃ¤n an' bright,
Loovs 'im, an' roobs 'im, an' doosts 'im, an' puts 'im back i' the light.
Wouldn't a pint a' sarved as well as a quart? Naw doubt:
But I liked a bigger fetter to fight wi' an fowt it out.
Fine an' meller 'e mun be by this, if I cared to taÃ¤ste,
But I moÃ¤nt, my lad, and I weÃ¤nt, fur I'd feÃ¤l mysen cleÃ¤n disgraÃ¤ced.
An' once I said to the Missis, 'My lass, when I cooms to die,
Smash the bottle to smithers, the Divil's in 'im,' said I.
But arter I chaÃ¤nged my mind, an' if Sally be left aloÃ¤n,
I'll hev 'im a-buried wi'mma an' taÃ¤kt 'im afoor the ThroÃ¤n.
Coom thou 'eer yon laÃ¤dy a-steppin along the streeÃ¤t,
Doesn't tha knaw 'er sa pratty, an' feÃ¤t, an' neÃ¤t, an' sweeÃ¤t?
Look at the cloÃ¤ths on 'er back, thebbe ammost spick-span-new,
An' Tommy's faÃ¤ce be as fresh as a codlin wesh'd i' the dew.
'Ere he our Sally an' Tommy, an' we be a-goin to dine,
BaÃ¤con an' taÃ¤tes, an' a beslings-pud-din'11 an' Adam's wine;
But if tha wants ony grog tha mun goÃ¤ fur it down to the Hinn,
Fur I weÃ¤nt shed a drop on 'is blood, noÃ¤, not fur Sally's oÃ¤n kin.
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