Joe Wilson - Tyneside Songwriter

For like a narvis man he gans shakin throo the street,
Shakin iv'ry morning, ay, an' shakin iv'ry neet,
He'll start an' shrink,
An' wink an' blink,
An' nivvor think,
It's a' throo drink,
That's myed him shivery, shakey-like an' narvis.

He'll gan halfway doon one street, then he'll turn back,
Then turn up anuther an' hev a bit crack,
Then all iv a sudden he'll set off agyen,
An' hurry as if he was wanted at hyem.

When he gets to the door he'll study a bit,
Then say tiv he'sel, that it issent time yit!
The next public hoose he cannet weel pass,
Tho it tyeks both his hands te lift up the glass.

If a cairt or a cab cums intiv his street,
He dornet for life cross the little bit street,
Till thor a' far away, then off hyem he'll creep,
But frightened awake, he's as frightened te sleep.

(To the tune "Turn a Little Handle")

References: Joe Wilson Sings - pub. Frank Graham 1971
Tyneside Songster - pub. Frank Graham 1970
A Beuk O' Newcassel Sangs - collected by Joseph Crawhall, pub. Harold Hill 1965.

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