The Village Club.

THE VILLAGE CLUB.

I LIVES in a neat little cottage; I rents me a nice little farm; On Sundays I dresses me handsome; On Mondays I dresses me warm.

I goes to the sign of the Anchor; I sits myself quietly down, To wait till the lads are all ready, For we has a club in the town.

O lozes o' me! we are merry, I only but wish ye could hear; Dick Spriggins he acts sae like players, Ye niver heard nothing sae queer.

And first he comes in for King Richard, And stamps with his fit on the ground; He wad part with his kingdom for horses; O lozes o' me! what a sound!

And then he comes in for young Roma, And spreads out his little black fist; I's just fit to drop whilst he's talking; Ye niver seed yen sae distrest.

O lozes o' me! it is moving, — I hates for to hear a man cry; And then he looks up at a window, To see if lal Juliet be by.

And then he lets wit' at she's talking, And speaks 'at ye hardly can hear; But I think she caws out on Squire Roma, And owther says Hinney or Dear.

Then up wi' Dick Spriggins for ever! May he live a' the days of his life; May his bairns be as honest as he's been, And may he ay maister his wife!