CAPPY, OR THE PITMAN'S DOG.

In a town near Newcassel a Pitman did dwell, Wiv his wife nyemed Peg, a Tom Cat, and himsel; A dog, called Cappy, he doated upon, Because he was left him by great uncle Tom: Weel bred Cappy, famous au'd Cappy, Cappy's the dog, Tallio, Tallio. His tail pitcher-handled, his colour jet black, Just a foot and a half was the length of his back; His legs seven inches frev shoulders to paws, And his lugs, like two dockins, hung owre his jaws: Weel bred Cappy, &c. For huntin of varmin reet cliver was he, And the house frev a' robbers his bark wad keep free: Could byeth fetch and carry; could sit on a stuil; Or, when frisky, wad hunt water-rats in a puil. Weel bred Cappy, &c. As Ralphy to market one morn did repair, In his hat-band a pipe, and weel kyem'd was his hair, Owre his arm hung a basket—thus onward he speels, And enter'd Newcassel wi' Cap at his heels: Weel bred Cappy, &c. He hadn't got further than foot of the Side, Before he fell in with the dog-killing tribe: When a highwayman fellow slipp'd round in a crack, And a thump o' the skull laid him flat on his back: Down went Cappy, &c. Now Ralphy extonish'd, Cap's fate did repine, While it's eyes like twee little pearl buttons did shine: He then spat on his hands, in a fury he grew, Cries "Gad smash! but awse hev settisfaction o' thou, For knocking down Cappy," &c. Then this grim-luiken fellow his bludgeon he rais'd, When Ralphy ey'd Cappy, and then stood amaz'd: But, fearing beside him he might be laid down, Threw him into the basket and bang'd out o' town: Away went Cappy, &c. He breethless gat hyem, and when liften the sneck, His wife exclaim'd 'Ralphy! thou's suin getten back: 'Getten back!' replied Ralphy, 'I wish I'd ne'er gyen, In Newcassel they're fellin dogs, lasses, and men; They've knock'd down Cappy, &c. If aw gan to Newcassel, when comes wor pay week, Aw'll ken him agyen by the patch on his cheek: Or if ever he enters wor toon wiv his stick, We'll thump him about till he's black as au'd Nick,' For killin au'd Cappy, &c. Wiv tears in her een Peggy heard his sad tale, And Ralph, wiv confusion and terror grew pale: While Cappy's transactions with grief they talk'd o'er, He crap out o' the basket quite brisk on the floor; Weel duin Cappy! &c.