It happen'd t'other Monday morn, while seated at my loom, sirs,
Pickin'th'ends fro, eaut o'th yorn, eaur Nan pop'd into room sirs,
Hoo shouted eaut, aw tell thee, Dick, aw think thour't actin' shabby,
So off yo Lunnon cut thy stick, and look at th'royal babby.
Every thing wur fun an' glee, they laugh'd at o aw tow'd em,
An' ax'd if th' folk wur o like me, ut happen'd t'come fro' Owdham.
Then off aw goes an' never stops, till into th' palace handy;
Th' child wur sucking lollypops, plums and sugarcandy;
An' little Vic I'th nook aw spied, a monkey on her lap, mon,
An' Albert sittin' by her side, mixin' gin an' pap mon
Every thing wur fun an' glee, they laugh'd at o aw tow'd em,
An' ax'd if th' folk wur o like me, ut happen'd t'come fro' Owdham.
When Albert seed me, up he jumps, an' reet to me did waddle;
An' little Vicky sprung her pumps wi' shakin' o' my daddle;
They ax'd me to have a glass o' wine, for pleasure up it waxes;
O yes, says aw, sir eight or nine, it o' comes eaut o'th taxes.
Every thing wur fun an' glee, they laugh'd at o aw tow'd em,
An' ax'd if th' folk wur o like me, ut happen'd t'come fro' Owdham.
They said they'd send their son to school as soon as he could walk mon,
And then for fear he'd be a foo, they'd larn him th'Owdham talk mon,
Says aw there's summut else as well, there's nout loik drainin' th'whole pit
For fear he'll ha' for t'keep hissell, aw'd larn him wark I'th coal pit.
Every thing wur fun an' glee, they laugh'd at o aw tow'd em,
An' ax'd if th' folk wur o like me, ut happen'd t'come fro' Owdham.
Then up o'th slopes we had a walk' to give our joints relief sirs,
And then we sat us deaun to talk, 'bout politics and beef sirs,
Aw towd 'em th' corn laws wur but froth, an' th'taxes must o drop mon,
That when eaur Nan wur makin' broath, some fat might get to th'top mon.
Every thing wur fun an' glee, they laugh'd at o aw tow'd em,
An' ax'd if th' folk wur o like me, ut happen'd t'come fro' Owdham.
So neaw my tale is at an end but nowt but truth aw tells sirs,
If ever we want the times to mend we'll ha' for t' do 't eaur sells sir,
So neau yo seen aw've towd my sprees, and sure as aw am wick mon,
If my owd wife and Albert dees aw'll try for 't wed wi Vic mon.
Every thing wur fun an' glee, they laugh'd at o aw tow'd em,
An' ax'd if th' folk wur o like me, ut happen'd t'come fro' Owdham.