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Got no money in my pocket Take the rough road, find my way Got no money in my pocket I will come home rich some day!
Cool waters flowing, flowing Green meadows growing, growing Hot ashes glowing, glowing Sitting by the lakeside!
I can see the sun shining I can feel the breeze blowing I can hear the birds singing In the mountains!
"Good morrow Gossip Man How does all at heam do How does every one Little Dick and all do?"
"Johnny's done a bunk Left to seek his fortune Broke his mother's heart Dancin'
with the girls of 'Top
Betty's big with bairn Think they're going crazy Better mind her step.. But she's fearfull lazy.."
"What d' you think she had?" "They say, a 'simple Sammy' I'd be loath to say it It belongs to Johnny!"
"I gitten a slurp of gin Rare humming liquour I'm the merry pin Come, good man, be quicker!" "Our very good healths We have plenty of it I hate to drink by steath I hardly ken my bonnet"
"Cannot miss the spot Have to come and see ya Rather gang round t'knot Than not say 'how d'ye' Fare well Gossip Man, As I am a sinner Clock has stricken one Fleaks et fry for dinner!"
Borrowdale Johnny find your way! Follow the sun, never surrender the day!
Striding Edge song. Lyrics: Carolyn Francis/Ann Wheeler 18th C. / Mike Willoughby |