Lass that leeves next door

THE LASS THAT LEEVES NEXT DOOR. 
TUNE: “JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME"

Aw like the lass that leeves next door, 
They call her Nan
Aw've often thowt the syem before, 
She wants a man,
Ay an' Aw's the lad that wants a lass, 
An’ Aw think the time'll cum te pass 
When ye'll find Aw’s the lad for Nanny next door

For she teuk me heart when sittin' a' knitten' 
The time that Aw was smokin' an' spittin', 
An' ivvor since then the time it’s been flittin,
Thro’ Nanny that leeves next door. 

Aw'll nivvor forget the neet we met— 
One Tuesday neet— 
She was walkin’ oot wi’ me sister Bet 
Alang the street. 
An’ Aw kind o’ thowt — as she met me eye — 
She wes just the yen for a chep that’s shy: 
An’ Aw seun myed it reet 
Wi’  Nanny that leeves next door. 

She kept us up se weel i’ talk 
Aw just sayd — “Yis” 
Or “No” — the time we had the walk, 
So ye may guess 
That Aw set hor hyem an’ myed luv on the way; 
But the neet wes nowt te the varry next day 
When Aw clapt ma eyes on hor 
Knittin’ beside the door. 

She leukt at me wiv a pleesin’ smile, 
Aw leukt at hor; 
An’ puff’d me baccy aa'll the while 
Aside the door. 
Aw tell'd hor then whaat myed us sad 
An’ Aw axed hor wad she hev me for a lad; 
Man Aw stud like a feul, throo 
Nanny that leeves next door. 

“Thor's plenty lads to get maw pet,” 
Ses she, te me: 
But a man’s not nigh se easy te get 
Indeed,” ses she. 
Ses Aw, an’ Aw laffed as Aw telt me plan— 
“Aw'll forst be yor lad an’ then yor man.” 
Ay, an ivvor since then 
Aw’ve follow’d the lass next door.