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Broadside ballads entitled 'The Muckle Meal Pock' and 'Irish Molly, O'. |
TranscriptionTHE MUCKLE MEAL POCK. I am a turdy beggar loon, weel kent the country through, You may think there is meal i'nt, but that you are far wrang dainty whang, And whiles a bit tobacco, if I want a chew or smoke, But you maun keep your thumb upon't, it's a secret I'm gaun to tell, Away down in the bottom o't, I keep a wee bit still, I tak' the bits o' errands when I danner to the toun, I tak' eggs by the dozen, to the clachan or the toun, I niffer them for pocks o' tea, and sugar, white and brown, And whiles as many buns and baps as a baker's shop could stock, As lang as the loads pay me weel, I carna a prean Be it bambes ceps. 'lates graps, or lasses crinolines, what do you think a farmer said ? of course it was in joke, Bring me up a rake 'o' coals in your muckle meal pock. But you'll hear how I fared with my grasping and my greed, When I cam' to the ford where you cross the stapping stances broke, I have laid away my meal pock, ance dear to my heart, PRICE ONE
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Probable period of publication:
1840-1850 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(34a)
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