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Title
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George Ridler';s oven
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Thaay stwuns, thay stwuns, thay stwuns, thay stwuns,
Thay stwuns, thay stwuns, thay stwuns, thay stwuns,
Verse 1
The stwuns that built Gaarge Ridler’s oven,
And they quem vrom the Bleakney quaar;
And Gaarge ‘e wur a jolly owld man,
And ‘is yead it grawed above ‘is yare.
Verse 2
One theng o’ Gaarge Ridler I must commend,
And that wur vor a notable theng,
‘E mead ‘is brags avoore ‘e died
Wi’ any dree brothers ‘is zons should zeng.
Verse 3
Thur’s Dick the treble, and John the mean,
[Let ivery mon zeng in ‘is awn pleace]
And Gaarge ‘e wur the elder brother,
And theervoore would zeng the beass.
Verse 4
Mine ‘ostess moid – ‘ur neam ‘twur Nell –
A pretty wench and I loved ‘ur well,
I loved ‘ur well – good raazon why,
Becos ‘ur loved my doag and I.
Verse 5
My doag has gotten zitch a trick,
To visit moids when thaay be zick;
When thaay be zick and like to die,
Oh, theether goes my doag and I.
Verse 6
My doag is good to catch a hen,
A duck and a goose is vood vor men;
And wher good company I spy,
Oh, theether goes my doag and I.
Verse 7
Droo aal the world owld Gaarge ood boast,
Commend me to merry owld England mwoast;
While vools go scramblin’ vur and nigh,
We bides at whoam, my doag and I.
Verse 8
Of furren tongues let travellers brag,
Wi’ ther vifteen neams vor a pudding bag;
Two tongues I knows neer twold a lie,
And ther wearers be my dog and I.
Verse 9
My mother twold I, when I wur young,
If I did follow the strong beer-pwoat,
That drenk ood proove my awver-drow,
And make ma wur a threadbare cwoat.
Verse 10
When I’ve dree zix-pences under my thumb,
Oh, then I be welcome, wherever I quem;
But when ‘ev none, oh, then I pass by,
Tis poverty pearts good company.
Verse 11
When I gwoas dead, as it may hap,
Mt graave shall be under the good yeal tap;
In vowlded arms ther wool us lie,
Cheek by jowl, my doag and I.
