The Vly
T'were on a jolly summer's day,
the twenty fust of May,
John Scruggins took his turmut hoe,
with this he trudged away,
Now some volkes they loike haymakin',
and some they vancies mowin'
But of all the jobs as Oi loike best,
gie Oi the turmut 'oein.
The Vly, the Vly-
The Vly be on the turmut,
Tis all me eye,
For Oi to try,
To keep Vlys off them turmuts.
- The fust place as Oi went to wurk;
- it were wi' Varmer Gower,
- Who vowed and swore as how Oi wer
- '-a virst class turmut oer;'
- The second place Oi went to wurk,
- they paid Oi by the job,
- If Oi'd a knowed a liitle more,
- Oi'd sooner bin in quod.
The Vly, the Vly-
The Vly be on the turmut,
Tis all me eye,
For Oi to try,
To keep Vlys off them turmuts.
-
- The last place as I went to wurk,
- they zent ver Oi a mowin'
- Oi sent word back,
- Oi'd sooner get the zack,
- than gie up turmut 'oein',
- Now all you jolly varmer chaps,
- what bides at 'ome zo warm',
- Oi'll now conclude my ditty wie a wishing
you no 'arm.
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