Classic and Contemporary Poetry
KITTY OF THE SHERRAGH VANE, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: The sherragh vane Last Line: And I stayed to the weddin', bein' invited. Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E. Subject(s): Courtship; Isle Of Man | ||||||||
PART I THE Sherragh Vane Is up Sulby glen, High up, my men -- High up -- you'll not see a sight of it From the road at all, By rayson of the height of it -- Terbil high; and a little skute Of a waterfall, Slip-sloppin' from the root Of an ould kern -- You know the turn At the Bridge, and the Chapel? Well, in on the gate, Behind there, that's the road, like straight For Druid-a-whapple; And just you're passin' The School, and up you go -- A track -- a track, you know, On the side of the brew, criss-crassin', Till you'll come out on the top like a landin', And the house standin' Two fields back -- And all that steep You can't see the river, not the smallest peep, Nor the gill, nor nothin'; but lookin' right over At Snaefell, By Jove! or Barrule, or Slieu Core -- 'Deed, you'll have to be cayful With cows and the lek; and no road for a cart Up yandher place, But comin' in from another art, About nor'-wes', Ballaugh way? Yes. That's the road they were doin' the haulin' -- Tear the people was goin' a callin' -- Nicholas Tear -- that's Nicky-Nick-Nick -- And his wife a Gick of the Ballagick -- Down in Kirk Bride -- you know them, what? And a son and a daughter, that's the lot -- Saul the son, a name he got From his grandfather on the mother's side -- Rather big people down in Kirk Bride. But the daughter was Kitty -- so, aisy then! That's Kitty of the Sherragh Vane -- Kitty, Kitty -- sure enough -- Kitty -- Kitty -- hould your luff! Nice-lookin', eh? Aye, that's your way -- Well, I tell ye, the first time ever I seen her, She wasn' much more till a baby -- Six years, maybe, Would have been her Age; and the little clogs at her, Clitter-clatter, And her little hand In mine, to show me the way, you'll understand, Down yandher brew, And me a stranger too, That was lost on the mountain; And the little sowl in the house all alone, And for her to be goin' The best part of a mile -- Bless the chile! Till she got me right -- And not a bit shy, not her! Nor freckened, but talkin' away as purty As a woman of thirty -- And -- "That's the way down to the School," says she, "And Saul and me Is goin' there every day; You'll aisy find the way" -- And turns, and off like a bird on the wing, Aw, a bright little thing! Isn' it that way with these people of the mountain? No accountin', But seemin' very fearless though -- Very -- not for fightin' no! Nor tearin', but just the used they are Of fogs and bogs, and all the war Of winds and clouds, and ghos'es creepin' Unknownst upon them, and fairies cheepin' Like birds, you'd think, and big bugganes In holes in rocks; lek makin' fren's With the like, that'll work like niggers, they will, If you'll only let them; and paisible Uncommon they are; and little scraps, That's hardly off their mammies' laps 'll walk about there in the night The same as the day, and all right -- Bless ye! ghos'es! ar'n' they half Ghos'es themselves? Just hear them laugh, Or hear them cry, It's like up in the sky -- Aw, differin' Total -- aye; for the air is thin And fine up there, and they sucks it in Very strong, Very long, And mixes it with the mould Of all their body and all their sowl -- So they're often seemin' Like people dreamin', And their eyes open like a surt of a trance, You know, like Balaam, that had plenty of sance, And knew the will of the Lord, and could spake it clever, But wolloped his dunkey -- but -- however -- And come from the mountains too did Balaam, And freckened, it's lek, the angel would whale him, And gave in like winkin' -- Rather a rum surt of prophet, I'm thinkin' -- Aye -- but these mountain people -- well -- That's the surt -- like Balaam? no! Like Balaam! what are ye comin' to? But the gel----- All right! all right! I never seen her For years, no, not till she'd grew A splendid craythur, keener, You'd see, and bouldher, and bigger, But few That had such a figure, Such a face, such a look, right at ye -- Drat ye! Take it or lave it! She gave it From the arch of her eyes Like a bow, and the fringes Treminjis -- And -- her nose, you'd suppose? Never mind her nose! But black hair -- There! And Saul's sister; and Saul and me Was mates at sea, Aboord the Mermaid, Captain Lear, And axed me theer, Whenever we'd be home, For me for to come From the Lhen, And see them up at the Sherragh Vane. Oulder? me? Sartinly. Summer-time -- so up I goes, And goodness knows The fun I had -- With Kitty? Well, no, my lad -- No, no! that wasn' her way, Rather silent, as you may say, Silent and thoughtful, and kept you off -- Nothin' soft About Kitty, nothin' for ye to make bould of, Nothin' that a chap could get hould of -- Stiffish rather, And me that might ha' been her father -- Chut! ger out! What are ye both'rin' about? Eye to eye Like sea to sky, Like sun to moon, That's the tune -- Stared it into ye, Dared it into ye, Shoved you back -- Aw, it's a fack -- The eye, of coorse -- My gough! the foorce! Till you'd had enough -- Splendid stuff Is eyes like that -- What? Like a pushy cow? Well, now, That's just lek ye -- I'm list'nin' to it -- But stow it! stow it! You'd ha' tried it on with her? ate your puddin'! No, ye wudn'. Yes, ye wud? ah, ye didn' know Saul, It's lek, at all? Aye -- Saul, the brother that was at her? Jealous? jealous? well, no matter! Not Kitty -- no, no! but gels about, Of coorse, and plenty of them, stout And hearty and free, bless ye! turf-cuttin' sayson -- That's the rayson -- And rushes too; and the farmers comin' in carts From all parts -- And the sarvant gels -- Who else? And Joan and John, And coortin' and carryin' on -- And pies and priddhas and cakes and broth, The best on the No'th, Up theer, Like a feer -- Or what is it the quality is callin' it, Mick? Pick-nick! Just so, And plenty of it though. Now a little north of the farm there's a dip, And some rocks, and a strip Of plantin' ither side, And not very wide; And a sthrame that can just pass Through the long grass, Slishin' -- just a slock -- You know the thing when a lump of a block Houlds up the soil, till it'll spread In a bit of a bed, Or a lap, and then -- Steeper till ever down the glen. And in the slock there's ling And everything -- Shut in -- that's it, Every bit, Except a slit To the aesthard -- and all these rocks and trees around him -- There's where she found him. Found who? Says you -- Don't ate Your mate So fast, Hal Rat, wait, wait! Don't be stretchin' your neck like a gandhar. Well, for a good many days, If ye plaise, We noticed she was over yandhar, Not once, Nor twice, but every chance. As for goin' to the turf -- hullo! One day she wouldn' go. She was sick, she said, Pains in her head, Or the lek; and when we come home In the everin' -- the Pope was in Rome! But Kitty was nowhere; the cows Was milked, and everything in the house As comfible, and supper, ye know, And spoons and basons all in a row -- But Kitty? Well, I went to bed. But Saul was watchin', and, nothin' said, But watchful, jealous, suspicious lek -- That was Saul -- he'd ha' twisted the neck Of a chap that dared to look at the gel, The fond of her you couldn' tell; And still that sharp with her, and that glum, And boosely -- it's rum, Rum enough the way with such -- Lovin' so much, And for all the lovin', the way they're traitin' The ones they're lovin', it's more like hatin'. Couldn' spake, couldn' Kitty, wuss or better, But there he was growlin' and grumblin' at her. And that's the way, I'm fancyin', She tuk to be silent, but never gave in -- Kept her own notions, that's what she done, Her own notions, that was allis right, Right, and clear as the sun -- A light Of truth that was in the craythur, eh? Truth -- not hard, not hard; the day Is truth -- the night Is nothin': she hadn' no need to hide A mortal thing; and so this Saul He hadn' no call. But that's what made her silent -- pride? No, not pride; she was just the same Sweet innocent thing, that hadn' no shame And hadn' no fear, That everin' many a year Before, when she put her hand in mine, And led me down the field: it's desthry'n' All pluck and spirit In many a soul, That 'spicion and dirt -- No scope with the rowl Of the long dead sea. Out with your cable, and ride her free Don't look to be wantin' every motion, And every notion To be comin' from you. Is she good? is she true -- Blood and bone? Then d ---- it, lave her alone! What was I say'n'? Aye, Saul, this chap, it wasn' cru'l He was, and he wasn' no fool -- Rather hard to explain -- But expecting lek quite nathral, ye know, That him and the sisthar'd allis go Like two clocks, tick -- tick; Lek if he'd be sick, she'd be sick, And if he'd be well, she'd be well, And if he'd go a sneezin', she'd go a sneezin', For no other reason, Or coughin' -- or, it's hard to tell, There's people that's demandin' -- what? And terbil loving for all that. And still, to be out So late, no doubt, It wasn' surprisin', perhaps, my men, That the brother'd Be bothered, And wond'rin' what was in. So watch! watch! And the door on the latch, And -- fire and slaughter! Caught her! What was betwix' them he didn' tell me, But wouldn' take rest Of the thing, but on it and on it, North and south, east and west, Boxin' the compass of doubt in his brain. You've heard of a chap with a bee in his bonnet? Well, Saul had a wasp in His, that fierce; there's people can't look At a saucepan But the lid must be took Off at them straight -- just curious. But that wasn' Saul -- Saul was furious; Must know! Just so. Must! And be cussed To the lot! Very hot. Allis Jallis, That was it -- Every spit. Next day was Sunday, and he was up very early, And watched her through the oats, and watched her through the barley -- Watched her there, And saw when she was slantin' Over to this plantin' I was tellin' you, in the holler Of the slock, you remember; and didn' foller At all, not him, but back To his breakfast, but marked the track, And knew he harrer, Whatever there was arrer. And Kitty come into the house, Like from the cows, Or the lek, and then -- "Look here," says Saul, "I don't know the when I've been over at the gill, Or whatever ye call That slock," he says. "Come, Tom, let's ques' With the dog over yandher, aye; Come along!" Well, never say die. Over we went Immadient. "Come on!" says he, Very free. And him with a gun, and a belt round his waist, And a marlinspike in it, and -- "Make haste! make haste!" And his brass buttons, and his white ducks -- Aw, reg'lar bucks, The two of us -- Him fuss. Ye see, That's the man, Spick and span, Every spar; And me To bring up the r'ar. That's the way, but little I knew There was another beside, that flew Like a pewhit there from rock to rock, Keepin' an eye on him, takin' stock Of all our actin', like a pewhit 'll do, When she's freckened that somebody's goin' to discover Her nest, you know them -- pewhit, or plover, All as one, and wheelin' and wheelin', And squealin' and squealin', Like a pessin -- Disthressin'! It was Kitty that kept us in view, Slippin' along, with a stop, and a rush From bush to bush, From stone to stone -- But sound there was none From Kitty, like pewhits, for pewhits is vi'lent Rather, but her quite silent -- Silent -- and then we come upon him Quite sudden, lyin' in the middle of the firs, And a quilt and a blanket on him -- Hers -- From her own bed -- yis, yis! And his head As claver On a pillow, ye wouldn' belave, and a shawl About his neck. "Well, this Beats all The cockfightin' I aver!" Says Saul. And -- "Hullo!" he says, "hullo! hurroo! Who are you? Where do you hail from, and what do ye mane A-trespassin' here on the Sherragh Vane?" And then a jabber, Slibber-slabber, From the craythur -- I couldn' tell what, This or that -- And his throat all gritty. And then Kitty -- Kitty lek swoops From the top o' the rock, and scoops Some water in her hand, And stoops, And gives it to the man. The man? Yes, man, -- why, what did ye think? A monkey? ye donkey -- A man, and got him to drink; And then he spoke, But it wasn' no joke That lingo, To understand it, by Jingo! Understand it we cudn', Or wouldn'. "I 'spec' It's the dialec'," Says Kitty, "and I'll spake for him." "Jean myghin orrim!" Says Saul, -- "You've larnt very quick." So then she began, -- And me standin' starin' at the man With all my eyes, -- And a dacent size This chap; But a rap Of his lingo! -- but aw! poor soul! He looked like death, and no wonder, the cowl' And the damp, For all she was feedin' him reggilar, Like a baby there -- Like a baby, and as thin as a lat', For, to spake of his body, and that, He was worse than a tramp -- And a tramp, when he's done, Is a terbil thing for to look upon (My gough! the lean!) -- And his face all gray, and grizzled, and green, And nearly all eyes -- and the eyes all glassy, And glazin' lek, and, Lord, ha' massy! His jaw was all drabbin', And slabbin', Like a man's that's just died. Afore it's tied Up with a string, Or the lek -- d'ye see the thing? And, by gough! I'll swear The half of him was hair -- There! Wantin' washin' terbil -- yis! 'Deed it wouldn' ha' been amiss, If, besides bringin' his victuals to 'm, She'd tuk some soap, and a brush and comb, And titivated him a little -- but dar'n', And 'd thought o' the barn, But no use -- Stuck to the Slock like the very deuce, Bein' freckened, you know, for all the kind, And hardly in his right mind, With the starved and the hunted -- And a surt of grunted Somethin' about his freedom, his freedom! Aye, -- so all she cud do was to feed him, And keep him alive, and just a bit warm, Till such times as this divil could be persuaded To come to the farm; And no harm, Nor no danger, Would happen him there, no matter the stranger; Though it must be conceded He was a despard sobjec' -- I mane -- objec'. And she'd tried him hard, and Would he go Over to the farm? and "No, no, no!" That was all she could get -- And "Let me tell them," -- and him to fret And carry on, till she had to drop it. Well, a poppet He wasn', nor yet a dandy -- what? But the whole of that She didn' tell us Just then -- no, no! and jealous, jealous -- Saul? aye, Saul -- "This won't do at all," He said. "Why didn' ye spake to me First thing?" he said. "What's this sacresy, This humbuggin' and hidin', This sliddin' and slidin', This pin-pannin' This musco-dannin'? Who is the fellow? D----- him yellow And green and blue! Has he tould you? What? That! Who is he? what is he? You know, I guess, -- We'll have no saycrets here," he says, -- "Chapter and vess; -- Out with it! out with it! I'll have no doubt with it." "It is a saycret, then," says she, And he's trusted it to me, And I've promised I'll tell it to nobody. It's his saycret, not mine." "Very fine! very fine! -- Promised?" says Saul -- "And d----- it all! (And blast and blow!) And a nice craythur to be promised to!" And -- "He couldn't force ye -- could he? chat! A hurdy-gurdy rubbish like that" -- Dyin' too! and promised she had! Jallis? mad! Aw, holy Paul! That was Saul. But Kitty didn' answer a word, Only you could aisy see The sthrong she was in her honesty -- In her conscience -- stirred, yis, stirred, And vexed lek enough; but the pure sweet blood That was in her -- stir her the wuss ye could, And that's the best -- Never no dhrop of bitterness In yandher gel. So -- "Come!" says I, "We'll have him over to the house, and try What can we do to clane him a bit, And see if he's fit To live with Christian people," I said, "Or some haythan naygur forrin-bred, And nathral dirty -- and his hair lookin' frizzy," I said; "and ye can't tell well what is he, Black, or white, or yallow, or green, or blue, Till he's washed, and a good wash too." "Yes," I says. "All right!" says Saul, and heaves the gun on his shouldher, Like a souldjher. Him fuss, then the chap, then me -- and away we swings, And Kitty all around him just like wings -- Stoopin', cowrin', wrappin', shelterin' him, That was that wake he could hardly stir a limb -- Aye, and studdyin' him, and houldin' him by the arm -- Bless ye! and all the way to the farm, Yes, from the very minute we come upon him over there, Who was he lookin' at? at me? at Saul Tear, Exqueer, That was shoutin' at him like a bull of Bas'n? Was it? no, it wasn'! It was Kitty he was lookin' at -- lookin'! what's lookin'? good lord! Devourin', worshippin' 's more the word. Like drew to her, like gript to her with graplin's -- This craythur -- couldn' take his eye off her -- Not him, like takin' his live or die off her. And so on through the saplin's, And the field, and the hedge, till we come on the street, And his feet goin' strooghin' greatly, And beat complately, And his poor body all curled in a hump, And -- "D'ye see yandher pump," Says Saul, "Against the wall? Sthrip!" he says, "and wash!" he says, "From head to foot," and heaves him a lump Of soap -- And Kitty to jump Like an antelope, And in on the door -- Well, to be sure! But the craythur hadn' the strength of a clout; So -- "Get under the spout!" Says Saul, "and never mind for your rags -- I'll pump," and pumped till the divil fell flat on the flags. Then out come Nicky-Nick-Nick, The father? yes, and as quick as quick -- Aw, a hearty ould chap! And -- "Stap! Stap!" he says, and lifts the sowl! Like a shot; and -- "Is it washin'?" and -- "Bring us a bowl; I'll wash him," he says, and turns to Like a woman with a baby, -- and "Ho, ho!" And "Ha, ha!" and "He, he! Such a spree!" Says Nicky; and tervil comfortin' To the craythur, no doubt; and -- "See the skin!" He says -- "Look here -- the white! All right! all right! He's comin' to! this chap 'll do -- Hurroo! hurroo!" And rubs and rubs, And scrubs and scrubs, Like Waterloo. "Now then, we're done," He says, "my son! And I declare It's a reg'lar beauty you are! First-rate! first-rate! But -- mate! mate!" He roors -- "Come indoors! Mate! mate! where's the women?" And his heart was brimmin' With the joy and the fun, and "Hie-cockalorum!" And shovin' this poor thing before him, That was trimblin' very much, And made a clutch To see could he keep his trowsis on, And all but gone -- Aw, dear! But Misthriss Tear Met them theer; And says she, "What's this, Nicholas?" She says; -- "Is it dacency?" Says she: And surely he might have ast her! But he made a run, and got past her, And had the chap on the settle Close to the big kettle Afore she could wink; And him to sink All of a heap there, Lek goin' to sleep there, Or faintin' or somethin' -- and Nicky to go And catch the wife around the wais', And looks up in her face -- The little monkey -- just so -- And smiled and smiled, till she could hardly chose But smile herself, and slacked the screws Of her mouth a bit; and then he kissed her, At laste, missed her, But done his best, bein' small, And her tall. And then she said, "No foolishness!" But -- "Let the craythur stay," she says. Aw, the joy of Nicky! and caught a gel, And spun her round till she nearly fell; But the misthriss frowned -- but Nicky looked middlin' 'Larmed; and Kitty with the cups and saucers fiddlin', And tay for this chap, bein' understood The best for him, lek it wouldn' be good -- Lek nothing more substantialler Wouldn' do for the like -- aw, they wouldn' dar'; And Kitty fed him, houldin' the cup Agin his mouth for him to sup, And moppin' the drabs with a towel at her; And he tried to spake, but -- chitter-chatter! The teeth and the tongue, and nothin' clear. So when he was fed, we studdied him theer Upon his feet; And out on the sthreet, And up on the laff Over the stable, and a tickin' of chaff, And blankets and piller -- Bless ye! couldn' ha' been comfibiller. And Nicky head man, and would hardly lave him, Rejicin', ye know, and Kitty gave him Her hand to hould for a little bit, The same's a baby 'll hould his mammy's. But Saul began with his "blow me's," and "d----- me's"; And so we quit; And just on the step Goin' in says Saul to his mother, "There 'll be bother About that chap!" That was all! that was all! Just like Saul! just like Saul! "But how about the dialogue -- Dialec' is it? lek a pessin in grog" -- Says Nicky then -- "Lizzen, men! Wawky, wawk! Squawky, squawk, Caw, caw, Craw, craw -- For all the world like a jackdaw -- And Kitty's understandin' him, eh? Kitty, Kitty, what does he say? Here's Saul declarin' you can 'tarprit him clever: 'Tarprit, 'tarprit, Kitty! whoever!" Aw, Christopher! Not a word from Kitty, not her. And the ould chap prittin' and pratin' And imitatin', Fit for to frecken the crows, So, I suppose, That's the raison ould Nicky was plannin' For me to spake to him -- Me that was understannin' Most lingoes, of coorse, and seemin' to take to him Kind rather -- aw, Nicky thought of it All night, I tell ye, and the how and the what of it, And nudgin' the misthriss that she couldn' get a wink -- And think and think and think and think. And -- "Tom Baynes," he says, "Tom Baynes will do't" -- "Aisy, ye brute!" Says Misthriss Tear -- Wasn' he tellin' us theer? Aw, a rum ould boy, If ever there was, and bound to try; And up very early, and called me to come And "have it out with this fee-fo-fum." But the poor thing was asleep when we come on the laff, Dead beat, That's it. So we waited a bit -- And ould Nicky whisp'rin' agate of his chaff, But wonderin' Astonishin' -- "Do ye think he's a Turk?" says Nicky to me, "Or a Jew? or some surt of a Feejee -- Or a Moabite, Or a Perizzite -- Look here!" he says, "Chapthar and vess!" "He's a Welshman," says Nick -- "A Welshman! a Welshman! that's the stick! You're done, Tom, you're done!" he says -- . . . "How's this It's goin'? aw, Tom, crid nish? You'll never make out his gibberish -- Welsh, for a shillin'!" Then he woke, And looked about him, and then I spoke. "How are ye this mornin'?" says I; says he -- "Wawk, wawk, Squawk, squawk, Gimmell, gammell, Wimmell, wammell" -- Couldn' make out a word, I'll sweer -- "Welsh, for a shillin'!" says Nicky Tear; "Welsh, for a shillin'!" Then I tried him in French -- "Howee dooee dissee mawnin'?" But there wasn' no sign; when in comes this wench, Kitty, you know, like a rose of the dawnin' -- Aw, 'deed she was; and -- "Spake to him, Kitty!" Says the father -- "Mumbo-jumbo! smitty-witty! Is that it, eh? tom is failin' rather -- He knows a dale, but he don't know enough -- And sailors, you know, is very rough." I was middlin' mad; but Kitty stooped Over the piller, and the craythur scooped His eyes in scollops -- you never saw -- And the two of them they worked the jaw Like the mischief. English? English, no doubt, But English turnin' inside out -- My gough! the English! "What is he sayin'?" Says Nicky. "What, what, what, what? spake plain!" Aw, you couldn' hould him! "Spake plain now! 'tarprit!" So she tould him, But still I suspect She only told him what she lekt. Why, here was these two With their parlee-voo; And no thanks to you, And no thanks to me, They could talk to all eternity -- And nobody knowin' what they were talkin' -- Aw, it was shockin'! But Nicky didn' care a scrap, He tuk a notion to the chap -- Aw, bless ye! he was just the sort, And not heedin' for't But Kitty was tellin' him every word -- Good Lord! "It's a dialec'," says Nicky theer, "A dialec'," says Nicholas Tear -- "A dialec' -- of coorse they will -- These dialec's is terrible." And rejicin'. And Saul, and the mother -- eh? Well, of coorse, Saul Was off to say, And me too; so that's all You'll get this haul. PART II JUST two years after, being home again, I went to see them at the Sherragh Vane. But Saul was away, when I got there fuss, Bein' second mate of the Arquebus That vi'ge, and me aboord of the Hound, Captain Forster, China bound -- Long vi'ges them days, despard, aye! But home at last, and up for a try At the harvest theer, and a moonlight night, And met ould Nicky, that was all right, And as hearty as ever. And -- "See yandher barley!" And see this, and see that; and "Agate of it early To-morrow," he says. And up through the goss, And up the gill -- the delighted he was And the hot, and his head goin' bibbin' and bobbin', And a chirpin' there like an ould cock-robin. "And how is yandher card?" Says I; "is he here with you still?" "Hould hard! Aisy! aisy!" says Nicky Tear -- And, lo and behould! the two of them theer Quite close, and walkin' very slow On the top of the rocks; and the moon like snow Upon her head and upon her neck, And no bonnet nor nothin', and never a speck Of cloud nowhere, and her face turned full To the moon that was risin' over Barrule -- And the look -- by gum! love's brew's a-brew'n' When a gel looks like that in the harvest moon -- Special coortin' -- and coortin' it was -- That's what I said to Nicholas. "Them two is coortin'!" I said. "They've got My leave," says he. "Why not? why not? Why not?" says Nicky. And then he tould All about it -- aw, a hearty ould sowl! And this chap he was callin' him Ned -- d'ye see? Ned -- and shuited him to a tee, -- Ned -- nothin' else -- he wouldn' tell them What else was he callin'; but, all the same, A fuss-rate sarvant, 'deed for sure! And the way he larned, and clever thallure! And a grand head arrim; and the strong he'd got -- Aw, bless ye! shuited him to a dot -- And ploughin' and sowin', and buyin' and sellin', And cypherin' theer, there wasn' no tellin' The useful; and handy with cattle and sheep, And all about breedin', And "shockin' for readin'; And costin' me nothin' but his keep," Says Nick; and the clanest chap and the nicest, And civil; and knowin' all about prices; "And studdy uncommon, uncommon!" says Nick. "And how about the dialec'?" Says I. "Aw, bless your mammy then! He's talkin' just like other men Now," says Nick; "but still they can slant Into that, you know, whenever they want -- Them two -- aw, yes! remindin' me -- My gough!" says Nicky, "look here! the spree!" He says, and he laughed; and then he stopped Quite sudden, you know, lek freckened, and dropped His merry ould vice. And says he, "Aw, dear! The happy if it wasn' for Mrs. Tear -- The happy!" "And is she agin it?" I said. "Agin it? Agin it? Thomas, good lad." And then he tould me all the jeel And the work there'd been -- Like steel! like steel! He said, she was -- the sharp and the hard, And the keen and the could -- but he didn' regard; And he'd have his way; and he shook the fiss, And he stamped the foot. "Never mind," he says. And then he saw these two was turned To meet us; and then this Nicky yearned To the happiness; and all his trouble Was gone like a whiff of smook, like a bubble, That busts in the air, and -- "See, see, see! Machree! machree! See the beautiful! the grand! Hand in hand -- Aw, ye darlin's!" he says, "it's splandid -- Coort on! coort on!" And he thrimbled, the man did, -- Thrimbled -- and then he 'splains Who had he with him; and "Thomas Baynes," He says, "you're knowin' Thomas, it's lek; He's not forgot at you, eh?" And "Hip-hip-hip! hooraa!" Did she start? did she blush? did she turn away? Not her! Like a fir, Straight, Strong -- Was she right, Was she wrong, Not a notion; But a motion Of her head -- Aw, a queen She might ha' been -- And her hand held out as free. And "Welcome home!" And, turnin' to 'm, "This is Ned," Says she. And Nicky was right; aw, a handsome falla! He'd got rid of the black and the green and the yalla; And he stood like a man -- "Ned what?" I began. But the finger to her lip, And the father took a grip On my arm middlin' tight, And says I, "All right!" And on and passed them; and says Nicky to me, "There's nobody knowin' the name," says he, "Except herself, that's tould, no doubt; But tell a livin' sowl? gerr out! Tell me! No, no! she's not such a fool I couldn' keep it for silver nor gool -- It isn' in me -- saycrets -- chut! Let them that likes them keep them -- but -- Aye, aye! the mother -- aw, never fail! And -- a craythur like yandher, And not even a name to his tail -- And the goose and the gandher I was, and the low and demaynin' -- Aye, and the wicked and sinful -- and would I be deignin' To take such a thing for my son-in-law? dirt! just dirt! From the road, she said; and the hurt! the hurt Her friends would be, she was sayin', the Gicks, aye the Gicks -- The Gicks of Kirk Bride! the hurt, the insulted; six, She said, six daughters, all married on farmers, the fuss Of the country, she said, "but her -- aw dear! aw dear! The wife of Nicholas Tear -- And her heart would buss. And what would the daughter be callin'? what? Mrs. Neddy -- eh? aye, Neddies enough for the matter of that -- And well if people'd keep to their station -- And Neddies and dunkeys and dirts and desperation!" That's the way Nicky tould me -- dreadful bother! But, some way or another, She'd got very quite of late -- Very, he said; and we come to the gate -- And -- "Kitty has got some life Now," he says; "and a splandid wife She'll make," says Nicky; and -- doubts? no, he heddin! And -- "We'll have the weddin' Directly," he says -- yes, blow 'm! Directly Saul comes home -- Directly -- "Saul! Saul!" thinks I; "Is it Saul? Well, never say die!" So in I goes; and the misthriss gracious thallure, But silent, terbil silent, to be sure! And her mouth like a vice, like a rivet, Like houldin' on, Like waitin' -- look out, my son! That's the surt'll give it -- All or none! And that night, when the gel come in, Astonishin' The nice this Neddy was, and the careful too -- Not a bill or a coo Urrov him once, and Kitty as quite as quite, And readin', and not much of a light, Some surt of a track, I doubt, and threw her head back, And looked like she'd look into heaven; and me That tould them of Saul, and how long he would be; And the mother's eye -- just a snip, just a snap, Just a -- bless your sowl! and the dhrap Of the thread on her lap -- Aw, aisy enough to see! aw, bless the woman! Skaddhin' or skate -- Wait, then, wait! Saul was comin'. And Saul came -- Fire and flame! No name? This chap, and coortin' Kitty Tear, Carryin' everything before him theer, Cock of the walk? By the Lord, he'd balk The beggar, he said; He'd know his name, and how he was born, and how he was bred -- Nice tricks! But he'd have to pack from the Sherragh Vane In quick sticks. And -- "You're my friend, Tom Baynes," he says. "All right! And we'll have it out with him this very night." So I didn' let on what Nicky had said -- What was the use? And sure enough, when we went to bed In the garret He went arrit Like the deuce -- Aw, the whole bilin'! By gough! I saw the mother smilin' When he kissed her; And the smile was half a smile and half a blister. But any way she had her desire, And the fat was in the fire -- Up in that garret -- goodness! the row! And where, and how, And when, and who? And the ould gentleman's own hollabaloo! Questions! questions! aw, the brewer's big pan o' them, And never waitin' for an answer to one o' them. And -- "What's your name?" he said, And struck the bed Terbil vicious. "I'll tell you what it is, I'm suspicious You're one of these runagate scamps That tramps The counthry, and 's come to some grief With the police," says Paul; "a thief, A thief," he says, "that's what ye are: A thief, I'll swar. And the likes o' you don' dar' Have a name; And so you came To the Isle of Man." Bless me! how the tongue of him ran! But this chap was patient though, and the quite ye never seen, Quite uncommon; for it's mad enough he must ha' been To bear such abuse. "Hurroose! hurroose!" Says I; "Stand by! Hould hard. Saul!" I says, "I don't regard For vagabones," I says, "no more till you -- no, not a rap; But still this chap is seemin' a dacent chap; And he's worked faithful on the farm, and you've heard the old man praisin' This Ned, for the honest and the skilful; and no doubt there's a raison Why he can't be tellin' his name, no doubt; And the truth'll come out Some day," I says, "and there'll be no disgrace in, Not a bit of it," I says; "just hidlin's lek, Hidlin's -- the way there's plenty, I expec' -- Aye, plenty, and honest chaps enough, and can't help it." Aw, he reg'lar yelpit, Did Saul; and me to be takin' his part! And the two of us would start The very next morning -- aye start! he said -- "Not me," says Ned; "I'm your father's servant, and not yours." And he shouts and he roors, This Saul, like all the bulls of Bashan -- "Then what's your name, and what's your nation? And what the this and the that are ye maenin'? Is there to be no complainin', But just for you and Kitty to go And get spliced? and no more about it?" And God d---- him! did he know There must be a stiffcate, and a licence, and how 'd he get them Without a name? Idikkiliss! Hit or miss, He'd have an end of this -- Yis! "You dirt," he said, "you common scrub! You beggar's cub! You'll be slopin' from here, that's what you'll be do'n', And precious soon." Then says Ned, very patient, but his eyes all aflame -- "What would hinder me to take a name, A false name? d'ye hear? And marry your sister, Saul Tear, In that name? What would hinder me, eh? To do that, if I'm all the villains you say?" "False name, false marriage -- sartinly! What'd hinder him? What'd hinder him?" says I. What'd hinder? Steel and tinder! Tyre and Sidon! Saul was blazin'! Foamin'! "The raison! The raison," he says, "Your name's goin' a-hidin'?" "That's my business,' says Ned, quite firm. "So it is," says I; for he wasn' no worm, I seen, this Ned, nor no weasle, nor no funk, But tuk his part like a lad of spunk, But patient -- cool -- not a mossil flarried -- So I backed him, I did -- "We don't mean to be married," Says Ned, "all the same, Till I can claim My own name, And hould up my head In the sight of God and man," says Ned. "And no more you will,' says I, "And never say die! And fair field and no favour! And braver! braver!" Saul was chokin'; And no more was spoken That night. And, bless ye! next day, When we'd supped our porridge, and a taste of tay At the women -- aye -- and out on the work, This ould Turk, This Nicky Tear, Up with him theer And what d'ye think? In a clap, in a twink, Makes the two of them stand Right out on the floor -- Aye, to be sure! Ned and Kitty, and hand in hand -- Made them take hands, And there they stands. And then says Nicky -- "Take witness," he says, "Thomas Baynes, and all the rest, Friends lek in general, -- take witness," says he, "These two is engaged to be married, and married they'll be," And gave a nod -- "Married they'll be, so help me God! He said it as sharp as a knife; But his face bust a smilin' directly, and ups to the wife, And kisses her theer, All stiff in her cheer, That said nothin', But turnin' the tip of her ear, Like a stone, like a slate -- very tryin'! But Saul gev a leap like a lion -- I thought there'd been bother, But stopped at a look from the mother. So out to the shearin', the lot -- And a beautiful spot -- Very nice it's appearin', Shearin', That high, Like reg'lar up in the sky -- And the chimley smookin' Below, and all that blue and curled, And just like lookin' -- Lookin' -- lookin' all over the world. Very nice in them places; And whips off my braces -- Nicky's rig though -- Nicky and me, For 'ciety -- Would hev it! And as right as a trevit -- Nicky to shear, and me to bind -- But Saul stayed behind -- Aye, the best of an hour, Did Saul; and the misthress? well, she stayed too -- But -- of coorse, of coorse! -- a power to do In a house like yandher. Then Nicky tould All the throuble of his sowl -- "How is it," he said, "they're doin' it -- The women, eh? for they'll sit and sit, And sew and sew, and never let on, But they'll watch their chance, they'll watch, my son, And they'll have ye, they'll have ye! yis, the wife of your bosom! Or should be -- what? aw, the Lord knows'm -- The Lord knows'm, but I don'. Not a word, not the smallest taste of a groan -- But all on the look, on the feel, on the spring, On the hair-trigger -- that's the thing. Yis, even at night -- aw dear! aw dear! Like a barrel of powder in the bed with ye theer." "But you spoke very plain to her this mornin'," Says I, "very bould, very plucky, like scornin' All oppogician," I says. "Lay high! That's your road, Mr. Tear," says I -- "Stick to that -- keep her at that -- Hould your luff -- you'll beat her yet -- Yis, you will! You're a man with a sperrit; Keep your eye on the thing, and you'll gerr it -- You'll gerr it," I says. "But, Saul," says he, "Didn' ye see? He's against it too -- It'll never do. Fit to ate me directly I spoke -- Ye seen him! hearts of oak -- Is it? iron'd be more lek it -- Stiff-neckit! stiff-neckit! Allis kickin' up a dust -- And didn' take to him from the fuss." And "Ye seen him, Saul?" and I nodded -- Machree! "The two of them! that's too many for me. Aw, yes it is -- I can make a row, And shout and defy -- aw, that I'll allow -- Anything hearty, anything free -- Cussin', tearin' -- that's me! that's me! But saycrets -- schaemin' -- plannin' -- rot me! No, no! they've got me there! they've got me -- No chance at all -- I don't know how to fix them, Not a hayporth; there's somethin' betwix' them This very minute, I know there is." "Have your way with them," I says: "Have your way with them; chut! chut! You'll aisy do it." "No, I'll not," Says Nicky, and gettin' rather hot -- In temper, I mean. And "Look here!" he says, "It's ill-becomin' to spake amiss Of one's own wife; but, if you'll considher, It isn' azackly that ither -- No, it isn' -- it's difference lek Of people -- we're not the one speck, Nor the one spot, nor the one hide -- Me from the mountains, her from Kirk Bride. Lek here the air is keen and quick, And there the air is slow and thick. And there the soil is heavy stuff, And here the soil is only a scruff. So there they're all for calkerlatin', Schaemin', dodgin', workin' the patin' -- Manure? aye -- proud tremenjis, Proud, man, proud, not willin' of strenjis Dailin' with them -- sartinly -- In business lek accordantly; But likin' them? no! just jallus, jallus! No, I wouldn' call it malice -- But nothin' friendly, nothin' gennal -- And me -- my gough! I'd like to spen' all My life with the like, lek standin' on a rock, Lek crowin' to them like a cock -- 'Come up! come up! and how d'ye do to ye? And cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo to ye! I don't disregard ye, and I don't fear ye; But I like to see ye, and I like to hear ye.' Strange talk, of course, but pleasant to me -- 'Ooze is this aoose?' and fiddlededee -- Not comin' often, nor never knowin' Who are they at all, just comin' and goin' And steep, ye know, and a middlin' pull, And longin' for them pitiful -- The talk and all that differing -- Do ye see the thing? do ye see the thing? And Mrs. Tear -- that's knowin' a dale About the lek; and used of a sale Of stock ev'ry year -- and reg'lar raps -- Aw, sartinly -- these Whitehaven chaps At the Ballagick, and imp'rin' amazin', And thricks and lies; so that's the raison -- Aw, sartinly. But lonesome here -- Lonesome enough. So Mrs. Tear Has got her notions. But me -- my gough! If I'm only hearin' one of them cough -- The change, eh? -- and I don't know is it right, But I'm over the hedge, and agate o' them straight. Newance -- yis -- but natheral, Isn' it? But Saul -- aye Saul, Saul and the mother -- suspicious, eh? Suspicious lek a body might say -- Suspicious, Mrs. Tear and Saul; But me! aw, bless ye! not at all." And Ned. And then he tould me the splendid He was, till I thought he'd never ended -- Fuss-rate, he said, the jography, The this and that, and as free as free, And cipherin' lek, and good at the pen, But tould me before, and where and when And who -- and still for all no harm -- Couldn' be beat on a mountain farm -- And got that 'cited that he swore and swore It's Kitty he should have; and the more 'Cited he got -- the quicker he cut, Till I hardly could bind for him -- foot for foot, Sheaf for sheaf, and a clip and a toss -- Aw, a 'citable ould chap he was! But, just lavin' off, says Nicky to me -- "We'll see," he says, "we'll see, we'll see! Maybe two against two," he says; "There's no mistake about you," he says. "All right! all right! We'll see to-night. I'll have a talk with her, you'll be bound -- Jinny Clague, from Kirk Marown -- Kitty's cousin," he says. "She's comin' To-night," he says; "and I'm a rum'n If I don't get her to take my side -- They're terbil high, them ones at Kirk Bride. Jinny, Jinny! that's it! Wait a bit! You'll see, Thomas -- I'll bet a cow! But mind you'll be civil to her now -- Civil, civil------" "That's aisy done," Says I. "All right! all right, my son! All right; but rather fond of Saul, That'll be like a wall Against me." "Never mind!" says I; "We can only try. Is she nice-lookin', Mr. Tear?" "Wait till ye see her," Says Nicky; and gettin' rather late -- "Aw well, I'll wait," I says, "I'll wait; Waitin's no crime." So Jinny come about supper time. She was rather squinny, Was Jinny -- Cross-eyed -- just so -- And, whether or no, Rather undersized, Rather blackavised -- Aw, 'deed she was; but a bright little sthuggher This Jenny -- sharpish, wantin' shugger, It's likely -- aw, wantin' shugger, no doubt -- But a reg'lar whiskin' turn-about Of a thing -- like spinnin' -- like a tee-to-tum -- Finger and thumb -- Tick, tock, Dickery-dock -- And the eye not so bad, like a keyhole rather -- But, the holy father! The fire that came out of it -- black, black, black -- Skutes of fire. Aw, a bright little tight little wobbler, And carried her own little box like a hobbler, And put it down on the floor. And then At it the two of them went like sin -- At who? at what? Why, these two madarms -- Runnin' in one another's arms -- It's a way they have, I don't know the why, But they must, I suppose, and ye'll see them fly -- My gough, the fly! and looks like escapin', Like takin' refuge from the men, that's gapin' As awkward theer, and never no notion To touch them -- what? But such a commotion! Such a twitter! aw, never belave me! And clings to each other like -- "Save me! save me!" Or is it -- "Ah! ye dar'n'! ye dar'n'! Freckened of ye? no we ar'n' -- And how would ye like to be like this?" And kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and kiss -- Idikkiliss! But bless them! So there they sat and sat, All twisted together like a plat, Till bed-time; and out and up to their room Twisted still, like a surt of a bloom Of a double flower, "In a bower, After a shower" -- At laste, . . . I mean. . . But, bill and coo -- This went on for a day or two -- And then I noticed that Jinny, Squinny Or not, Every shot Of her eye Knew well where to fly -- Straight As the sun's own light -- Aw, the divil and all! Never off Saul, never off Saul. And then this little game began. Here's the plan -- Saul lettin' on He was gettin' fond Of Jinny, that never cared a rap for her, Never a scrap for her; But what for? You'll hear, you'll hear! Never fear! Two-and-two was the game to act -- Kitty and Ned on the one tack, And Jinny and Saul -- of coorse they went -- Aw, it wasn' much encouragement Jinny wanted. Bless ye! she gorras Happy as happy -- all cares and sorras Was off to Guinea; She didn' think of the when and the why -- Reg'lar up in heaven was Jinny -- Her and her eye! But I shouldn' be makin' fun Of the poor sowl. Once they're begun, How can ye conthroul These despard feelins'? I don't know. It's hard anyway, and very hard For them that's squintin'; for they don't regard For nothin' nor nobody, nor never thinkin' -- They're that driven -- But works the eye away like winkin'. Of coorse, what else? Isn't it given For that? It's out of the eye That love let's fly His arrows -- lookee! And if they shoot crooky -- I really don't know -- It's the fault of the bow, Maybe; but still, Perhaps, when you shoots with a will, With strength and might, It'll straighten the flight. Or, like enough, a dale depands On the way they're tuk; like candle ends, They're better till nothin'; but I'd rather a lamp -- But light is light -- Lek makin' believe they're all right -- The little scamp. So bless the woman! Her and Saul got on uncommon. And the ould chap tried, aw, he tried hard, In the house, in the yard, In the field, everywhere -- Tried a surt of a coortin' there -- A surt, but tervil ould-fashioned, ye know -- Ould-fashioned, ould-fashioned! aw, a bit of a beau In his time, no doubt, but differin' With young people. Aye, a chuck o' the chin; Slips his arm round her waist, whips her up on his knee; Sings tribble, and rather makin' free; Looks at Saul, looks at me, gives one of his winks, And you never heard the compliminks! But no good, not a bit, only apt to provoke The misthriss to fancy; but saw through the joke -- Did the misthriss -- aye, and knew very well What was he afthar, and aisy to tell. So the misthriss took all as pleasant as pleasant, Only like thinkin' it right to be present; Aw, yis, -- just the way lek she studied the plan Of a sensible wife with a foolish ould man, And young gels about. Just so, And we'd all of us go Of an ev'rin' and sit on the settle In the little bit of a garden they had, Each lass with her lad; And the poor ould dad Lek stung with a nettle, That he couldn' keep quite -- Like a chap that was tight -- And gettin' up a laugh, And a bit of chaff, And as well in his bed; And nobody mindin' what was it he said, Except me, for I pitied the poor ould file; And maybe the misthriss'd give a smile. But it got that sweet betwix' Jinny and Saul, At last, that there wasn' no call For any of us to interfere; And we'd be sittin' theer, And them two crept away Somewhere in the hay, Or goodness knows -- And these others'd stray Away Out on the hill As paysible! And the misthriss into the house, And Nicky as quite as a mouse -- Only a sigh -- and -- "Thomas, my pickaninny, We must do without Jinny." And then I'd turn to, and whistle and whistle. No trees, not so big as a thistle, Up yandher, not even a bush, That'd shalthar a thrush Or a blackbird or that, not even a thorn nor a thrammon -- No. And plovers, of coorse, is common Enough, and curlews; but them things, If they sings, It's as much -- very far, very wild, Like for a child, Lek lost on the hills. "Lost! lost!" they're callin', When the night is fallin', And the wind is fair for them -- Well, I don't care for them. So, ye see, no wood, So I done what I could -- Whistled and whistled, I'll be bail; And thought a dale -- thought a dale. So at last the night of the melya arrived; And that very night this Jinny contrived, By coaxin' and dodgin', by this and by that, By laughin' and cryin', and the divil knows what, To get the name -- aw, wrong of them both! But still, for all her Bible-oath, Not a word to a sowl; and longin' to tell, To some gel, The name -- the name she loved so well. Aw, poor Kitty! -- there's never no knowin' -- Ye don't see it? Well, lave it alone! I was only statin' -- you're very ann'yin'; -- Statin' isn' justifyin'. And Jinny? Jinny had only the one notion -- To plaise her Saul, and get him to love her -- Aw, it's the land of Goshen She thought she was goin' to be in that night, Or heaven itself, I wouldn' thrus' Hers, hers, hers -- he muss! he muss! But, as far as I can discover, It's little joy or delight She got -- no, no! Expectin' though -- Expected sartin: thought she would bind him To her heart for ever. Slippin' behind him, I saw her, I saw her -- slipt like a snake To his ear, and a whisper -- "Edward Blake" -- The chap's name. Hear I cuddn' -- But it must ha' been that -- she done it that sudden. But the sudd'ner she done it, the sudd'ner Saul Gave a leap to the door, And her after him straight; but no use for to call Nor to run; He was off like a shot from a gun; And she spent the night cryin' far out on the moor. And where was he then? Wait, wait, my men! One thing I'll tell ye -- I'll just be that bould -- From the night of that melya Nither her nor me, nor a sowl At the Sherragh Vane, Ever saw Saul again -- Ever, ever -- aw, lave it to me! You'll see! you'll see! The melya was over, and all gone away, And everythin' silent, except Nicky snorin' -- And snore he did till he shuk the floorin' -- So at break of day I tuk my bundle, and started for Ramsey to catch The Liverpool steamer; and just where a patch Of fine red ling runs out to the brew -- Behould ye Jinny! Runnin' to meet me too -- Runnin' to meet me, thought I was Saul she had, But she swealed like mad -- Swealed urrov her like a ghost -- And I stood like a post, And stared, and I said -- "Are ye wrong in your head? I doubt you done some mischief to-night, Ye nasty thing!" So she picked a bit of the ling, And tried to look careless, and tuk to the right, And me to the left, and tuk the fence, And never seen her sence. No -- for, I'll tell ye, this Was Saturday mornin'. On the Wednesday, When we were at say Far away, Me on my ship, and Saul on his, Comes every policeman they had in Ramsey -- aye -- To the Sherragh Vane -- aw, never say die! Billy-Bill-Sil, and Tom -- Juan -- Sam -- Harry -- Phaul, And Dicky-Dick-beg -- Dick -- Bob, and Lace Clucas and all. Lace -- you'll mind Lace -- Mortal big round the waist -- Shuperintendin'-Inspector, or somethin' o' that surt -- bless ye! And "Edward Blake, I arrest ye In the Queen's name," and whereas, and a jag and a jumble, And -- mumble, mumble, mumble. And he gave in at wance -- That was the sanse -- Gave in; and "I'm ready to go With you now, if I must." But -- blast! and blow! And God d-----! and "What's this?" And quivers the fiss -- Poor Nicky, you know -- But soon as make As a lamb at Blake -- The way, you see, he trusted the chap. And Kitty? cryin'? not a scrap -- Aw, a wife for a man, and no mistake. Yes; she kissed him, kissed him dear -- Tuk and kissed him theer: But no 'sterricks, I'm tould, no nisin', no bother -- Just a look at the mother, Just a couple of momen's, And these words Like swords, From her mouth, from her eyes, from the woman all over, "Edward Blake is my lover, My love, my life; And I'll be his wife, Or I'll never be no man's." That was all -- Eh, Saul? Just that, and away she goes, To get ready his clothes. And what was the row That Blake was in? I'll tell you now -- Chartisin'. You don't remember; but still There's some of you won't, and some of you will -- Chartisisses -- Them that don't want the Queen for their missus -- Five pints -- what d'ye call it? -- Manward suff'rings, vote by ballot -- A pasil of d----- nonsense, no doubt -- Of coorse, of coorse! and all gone out Long before now. But the young This Blake was then he was tuk with the tongue Of these swagg'rin' scoundhrils that get on a tub And roor, To be sure -- And the people dyin' for want of grub, And ready for anything: and Blake Turned out with the rest; for he wouldn' forsake The Cause, as he called it. And any ould gun, Or pistol, or pitchfork, and off they run To the commons there, and stood to their arms In swarms. But the souldiers come With sword and drum; And a terbil fight, and thousands kilt -- Long thousands! and the blood that was spilt Most terbil, I'm tould; And hardly a sowl Got away That day. Blake didn' tell me -- no; I've heard it from others, though. Treminjis slaughter, and the lot of them scattered -- aw, facks! So Blake made tracks For the Cumberland mountains; and at Ravenglass He got aboord one of these smacks, Or a mackarel boat, or a lugger it was -- Handy anyway, and terbil willin', And landed him at Maughold Head, And of coorse without a shillin' -- Without a penny. The rascal, you said? At Maughold Head, at Maughold Head -- No rascal at all, divil a bit of him! You don't know the fit of him -- No -- bless ye! in the Isle of Man We don't understand These "Polly Tricks," And "knavish thricks" -- And "our hopes we fix" -- Lek it's sayin' in the song -- Right or wrong -- And The Cause! The Cause! And Freedom! and all about these laws That's oppressin' the people. Just our own ways Is doin' for us -- and the House of Keys -- Dear me! They was used to be Dacent men enough, and put in At one another, that was answerin' Fuss-rate, but now I'm tould They make so bould To be chised at the people -- quite diff'rin' cattle -- And its tittle-tattle, rittle-rattle -- Sleet and hail -- Like a tin pot tied to the Governor's tail -- Poor man! But aisy to talk! And put in for to make the law, But better to hould your jaw -- Aw, better a dale! And take a chap the way you find him, Particklar if he laves his bosh behind him -- D'ye hear? just so. Well, Blake had to go, Under the ould warrant that was out agen him All the time, and the Demster to send him "Out of the Isle," To Lancaster Castle, to stand his tri'l. Saul it was, Saul it was, That done the jeel; he was down on the Cross At Ramsey straight From the melya that night, And, before the day-lift, Knocked up the High Bailiff, That couldn' act Till all was corract -- Writs and that, and kermoonicated With the Gov'nor, of coorse. But Saul didn' wait To see the stren'th of his own shot -- It's away he got To liverpool, and aboord of a ship At once; and, that very trip, He was lost overboard in a squall -- Was Saul! So Jinny didn' get much good Of her schames -- the price of blood -- That was it -- and stayed a week Longer; but Kitty wouldn' speak A word with her, good or bad -- And no letter From Saul. So she had To go at last; for even the misthriss said She thought it was better. I believe she got married on a widow man, That was keepin' a public-house, by the name of Dan -- "Danny the Prince" They were callin' him; but his name was Cregeen; But I never seen The woman since. Now Kitty had to hope and hope Against hope; For it seemed a case of the rope Did yandher. Aye! And this kind ould goosey-gandhar Of a Nicky was terbil good to her -- Backed her, stud to her; Kept up her heart, and kept up his own -- Bless ye! no knowin' The hot little biler Of kindness and love that was under the weskit Of Nicky. Not that the misthriss would resk it To rile her. And no naggin', nor both'rin', nor fussin' to Get her to think of another, At the mother -- It's time the misthriss was trussin' to. But now lizzen! In this prison, Where Blake was put, some rapscallion Got up a reballion, And a lot of thieves and murderers, And such-like curs, Jined him to set the jail On fire; and done it -- never fail! The dirt! And the gov'nor out in his shirt, And his wife, and his daughter -- And -- "Water! water!" And -- "All you men that's men, come here, And stick to me!" and Blake, I'll sweer, Was the very first -- aw, keen as a knife! And saved the daughter, and saved the wife -- And him and the chaps That joined the gov'nor, I heard them sayin', Beat these raps -- Beat them clane -- And -- of coorse! of coorse! What'll you take But -- "A free pardon for Edward Blake!!" Aye down from London the very next day -- Hurrah for Queen Victoria! That's the woman that can and will -- Eh, Bill? Hurrah! hurrah! Yes, he was pardoned, and me to know't, And happen aboord the very boat He was crossin' to the Island on -- My gough! the fun That was arrus theer -- Ould Captain Creer And that -- the yarns that was spinnin' -- And glasses round, You'll be bound, And even the very firemen grinnin', That's lookin' rather fierce with the shoot. And ashore -- and the cart, and Kitty to boot -- Nicky? of coorse! and him and me On the till, and bitendin' not to see. And -- this and that, and how we'd prosber'd. But Kitty and Blake inside on the crossboard, As happy. And -- look at them? No, I didn'! Only the cart made a joult, Like a boult Givin' way -- and I turned -- and her face was hidden In Blake's breast -- You may 'margin the rest. And up to the farm; and this ould cockalorum Of a Nick carried everything before him -- The deuce! No use The misthriss houldin' out -- aw, floored Reg'lar -- aye; and what can't be cured Must be endured. So the ship was righted, And smooth water, And a son and a daughter Still for all -- And poor Saul! And I stayed to the weddin', bein' invited. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN FO'C'S'LE YARNS: ENVOY. GO BACK! by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN IN MEMORIAM: J. 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