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Title: Gooise An' Giblet Pie
Author: Bill o'th' Hoylus End [
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A Kersmas song I'll sing, mi lads,
If ye'll bud hearken me;
An incident i' Kersmas time,
I' eighteen sixty-three;
Whithaht a stypher i' the world--
I'd scorn to tell a lie--
I dined wi a gentleman
O' gooise an' giblet pie.
I've been i' lots o' feeds, mi lads,
An' hed some rare tucks-aght;
Blood-puddin days with killin' pigs,
Minch pies an' thumpin' tarts;
But I wired in, an' reight an' all,
An' supp'd when I wor dry,
Fer I wor dinin' wi' a gentleman
O' gooise an' giblet pie.
I hardly knew what ail'd ma, lads,
I felt so fearful prahd;
Mi ears pricked up, mi collar rahse,
T'ards a hawf-a-yard;
Mi chest stood aght, mi charley in,
Like horns stuck aght mi tie;
Fer I dined wi' a gentleman
O' gooise an' giblet pie.
I often think o' t'feed, mi lads,
When t' gentleman I meet;
Bud nauther on us speiks a word
Abaht that glorious neet;
In fact, I hardly can misel,
I feel so fearful shy;
Fer I ate a deal o' t'rosted gooise,
An' warm'd his giblet pie.
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Bill o'th' Hoylus End's poem: Gooise An' Giblet Pie
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