The Tommy Armstrong Society

Wor Nannies A Maisor

Group of women 1920's

WOR Nan and me made up wer minds te gan and catch the train,
For te gan te the Toon te buy some clathes for wor little Billy an
Jane;
But when we got to Rowlands Gill the mornin' train was gone,
And there was ne mair te gannin' that way till fifteen minutes te one.
So aa says te wor Nan, "Its a lang way te gan," aa saw by her fyece she
was vext;
But aa says, "Never mind, we hev plenty of time, so we'll stop and gan
in with the next"
She gave a bit smile, when aa spoke up and said, "There's a public-
hoose alang here-
We'll gan alang there an hev wersels warmed, and a glass of the best
bitter beer"
Nan was se' stout aa knew she couldn't walk, and she didn't seem
willing te try;
When aa think of the trouble aa had wiv her that day, If aa liked aa
could borst oot and cry.

Chorus;Aye, wor Nannie's a maisor, and a maisor she 'II remain, As
long as aa live, aa 'II never forget, the day we lost the train..

So away we went te the public-hoose, and when we got te the door, She says,
"We'll gan te the parlour end," For aa've nivor been in before",
So in we went and took wer seats, and before aa rung the bell, Aa axed
her what she was gannin' te drink. "Why," she says, "The same as
yersel"
So aa called for two gills o' the best bittor beer, She
paid for them when they come in; But after she
swalleyed three parts of her gill, She said," Bob, man,
aa'd rather hev gin!" So aa called for a class o' the best
Hollands gin, And she gobbled it up the first try; Says
aa te wor Nan, "Thou's as good as a man" She says,
"Bob, man, aa felt very dry." So aa called for another,
and that went the same way; Aa says, "That'll settle
thee thorst."
She says, "Aa've had two, and aa's nee better now than aa was when aa
swally'd the forst."

She sat and drank till she got tight;
She says "Bob, man, aa feel very queer".
"Why" aa says, "Thou's had nine glasses o'gin te maa three gills of
beer" She lows'd her hat and then her shawl, and tossed them on te
the floor;
Aa thowt she was gan te gan wrang in her mind, so aa sat mesef
close by the door.
She says,"Give iss order, aa'll sing a bit sang", Aa sat and aa
glowered at her.
Aa thowt she was jokin', for aa'd never heard, Wor Nanny sing any
before.
She gave iss a touch of'The Row in the Gutter',
She pleased every one that was there.
There was neebody in but wor Nanny and me, and aa laughed till
me belly was sair.
She tried te stand up for te sing 'The Cat Pie', but
she fell doon and made such a clatter.
She smashed fower chairs, and the landlord
came in, and he said "What the deuce is the matter?"

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The landlord says, "Is this yer wife, and where de ye belang?"
Aa says, "It is, and she's teun a fit with tryin' te sing a bit sang"
He flung his arms around her waist, and trailed her acroos the floor,
And Nan, poor sowl, like a dorty hoose cat, was tummelled outside
o' the door.
There she was lyin', both groaning and crying,
Te claim her aa really thowt shame,
Aa tried for te lift her but aa couldn't shift her,
Aa wished aa had Nanny at hyeme. ' The
paper man said he would give her a ride, I So
we lifted her into the trap.
She was that tight, she couldn't sit up,
So we fastened her doon with a strap!
She couldn't sit up, she waddn't lie doon, she kicked till she broke
the conveyance,
She lost her new basket, her hat and her shawl,
That mornin' through lossin' the trains. ....

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