Aw wish yor Muther wad cum

AW WISH YOR MUTHER WAD CUM;
OR, WOR GEORDY'S NOTIONS ABOOT MEN NURSIN' BAIRNS.

Tune—"The Whasslin' Theef."

"Cum, Geordy, haud the bairn,
Aw's sure aw'll not stop lang;
Aw'd tyek the jewel mesel,
But really aw's not strang.
Thor's floor and coals te get,
The boose-turns thor not deun:
So baud the bairn for fairs,
Ye've often deund for fun!"

Then Geordy held the bairn'
But sair agyen his will;
The poor bit thing wes gud,
But Geordy had ne skill:
He haddint its muther's ways.
He sat both stiff an' num;
Before five minutes wes past
He wish'd its muther wad cum.

His wife had scarcely gyen,
The bairn began te squall, — 
Wi' hikin't up an' doon,
He'd let the poor thing fall.
It waddent haud its tung,
Tho' sum aud teun he'd hum, — 
"Jack an' Jill went up a hill —
Aw wish yor muther wad cum!"

"What weary toil," says he,
"This nursin' bairns mun be; 
A bit on't's weel eneuf —
Aye, quite eneuf for me. 
Te keep a cryin' bairn.
It may be grand te sum; 
A day's wark's not as bad — 
Aw wish yor muther wad cum!

"Men seldum give a thowt
Te what thor wives indure: 
Aw thowt she'd nowt te de
But clean the hoose, aw's sure; 
Or myek me dinner an' tea —
(It's startin' te chow its thumb: 
The poor thing wants its tit —
Aw wish yor muther wad cum!)

"What a selfish world is this!
Thor's nowt mair se than man: 
He laffs at wummin's toil,
And winnet nurse his awn — 
(It's startin' te cry agyen :
Aw see tuts throo its gum; 
Maw little bit pet, dinnet fret —
Aw wish yor muther wad cum!)

"But kindness dis a vast;
It's ne use getting vext: 
It winnet please the bairn.
Or ease a mind perplext.
At last, it's gyen te sleep,
Me wife'll not say aw's num;
She'll think aw's a real gud nurse — 
Aw wish yor muther wad cum!"

Joe Wilson. Author's Copy, 1863