JOCKER.
Reading edition
Tune—"O, gin I had her."
Hae ye seen my Jocker, Hae ye seen my Jocker, Hae ye' seen my Jocker Comin' up the Kee? Wiv his short blue jacket, Wiv his short blue jacket, Wiv his short blue jacket, And his hat agee!
(Spoken.)—Jin. A! lyucka, noo, at clarty Nan, there!—what's she singin' at?
Nan.—What is aw singin' at! What's that ti ye? What it aw singin' at! Ah, wey, noo!—hev aw ti give ower singin' for ye? Ah! wey, noo! there's a platter-fyeced bunter for ye!—there's a smother-bairn w——! there's a pink amang the pissy-beds! Ah! wey, noo!... Ye'd mair need gan hyem, and get the dust wesht off ye. Ah! wey, noo—what's that!
O, maw hinny, Jocker, O, maw hinny, Jocker, O, maw hinny, Jocker— Jocker's the lad for me! Jocker was a keelman, Jocker was a keelman, Jocker was a keelman, When he follow'd me.
(Spoken.)—But he's exalted now—O, bliss him, aye!—for
He's a porter-pokeman, He's a porter-pokeman, He's a porter-pokeman, Workin' on the Kee.
(Spoken.)—Nan. Assa, Jin—hae ye seen owt o' wor Jocker doon the Kee, there?
Jin.—Ay, aw saw him and Hairy Tom just gan into the Low Crane, there.
Nan.—The Low Crane, ye clarty fa'—whe are ye myekin' yor gam on?
Jin.—Noo, call me a clarty fa', and aw'll plaister yor gob wi' clarts. Ah, wey, noo! whe are ye calling a clarty fa'?
Nan.—Ay! bliss us a', Jin, what are ye gettin' intiv a rage about?
Jin.—Wey, didn't ye ax me if aw'd seen owt o' Jocker doon the Kee, there—and aw teld ye the truth, and ye wadn't believe me.
Nan.—Wey, is he there?
Jin.—Ti be sure he is.
Nan.—Wey, aw'll sit down here till he comes out—then—
O, maw hinny, Jocker, &c. Jocker was a rover, Jocker was a rover, Jocker was a rover, When he courted me: But, noo, his tricks are over, But, noo, his tricks are over, But, noo, his tricks are over, He tykes me on his knee.
(Spoken.) Nan.—Ay! here he's comin'; here's maw jewel comin';—come into my airms, my tracle dumplin', and give us a kiss! Where hae ye been? aw been luikin' for ye all ower.
Jocker.—Where hev aw been!—aw've been walkin' up and down the Kee here. Where hae ye been?—aw think ye've been i' the Sun.
Nan.—Wey, maw jewel, aw've just been i' the Custom-house, getting a glass, and aw've com'd down the Key to seek ye, to gan hyem thegither. Assa, Jocker, divent lie se far off is as ye did last neet, for when aw waken'd, aw was a' starving o' caud.
O, maw hinny, Jocker, &c.