The song of the Tsimi Duck
One Sunday morn young Bill the Cat
went a-fishin' in the Wear;
An' catched a fish upon his huek,
He thowt leuk't varry queer,
But whatt'n a kind a fish it was
Young Bill C. couldn't tell.
He waddn't fash to carry it hyem,
So he hoyed it in a well.
Chorus
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
An' Aal tell ye 'bout the duck.
Noo Bill C. felt inclined to gan
An' fight in foreign wars.
He joined a troop o' Ghurks that cared
For neither wounds nor scars,
An' off he went to Palestine
Where queer things him befel,
An' varry seun forgot aboot
The queer duck i' the well.
Chorus
But the duck got fat an' growed an' growed,
An' growed an aaful size;
He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
An' greet big goggle eyes.
An' when at neets he craaled aboot
To pick up bits o'news,
If he felt dry upon the road,
He milked a dozen coos.
Chorus
This feorful duck wad often feed
On calves an' lambs an' sheep,
An' swally little bairns alive
When they laid doon to sleep.
An' when he'd eaten aal he cud
An' he had has he's fill,
He craaled away an' lapped his tail
Seven times roond Pensher Hill.
Chorus
The news of this most aaful duck
An' his queer gannins on
Seun crossed the seas, gat to the ears
Of brave an' bowld Sir Bill.
So hyem he cam an' catched the beast
An' cut 'im in three halves,
An' that seun stopped he's eatin' bairns,
An' sheep an' lambs and calves.
Chorus
So noo ye knaa hoo aall the folks
On byeth sides of the Wear
Lost lots o' sheep an' lots o' sleep
An' lived in mortal feor.
So let's hev one to brave Sir Bill
That kept the bairns frae harm
Saved coos an' calves by myekin' haalves
O' the famis Tsimi Duck
Chorus
Noo lads, Aa'll haad me gob,
That's aall Aa knaa aboot the story
Of Sir Bill's clivvor job
Wi' the aaful Tsimi Duck
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This product is meant for fun purposes only. Any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
One Sunday morn young Bill the Cat
went a-fishin' in the Wear;
An' catched a fish upon his huek,
He thowt leuk't varry queer,
But whatt'n a kind a fish it was
Young Bill C. couldn't tell.
He waddn't fash to carry it hyem,
So he hoyed it in a well.
Chorus
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
Aa'll tell ye aall and aaful story,
Whisht! lads, haad yor gobs,
An' Aal tell ye 'bout the duck.
Noo Bill C. felt inclined to gan
An' fight in foreign wars.
He joined a troop o' Ghurks that cared
For neither wounds nor scars,
An' off he went to Palestine
Where queer things him befel,
An' varry seun forgot aboot
The queer duck i' the well.
Chorus
But the duck got fat an' growed an' growed,
An' growed an aaful size;
He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob,
An' greet big goggle eyes.
An' when at neets he craaled aboot
To pick up bits o'news,
If he felt dry upon the road,
He milked a dozen coos.
Chorus
This feorful duck wad often feed
On calves an' lambs an' sheep,
An' swally little bairns alive
When they laid doon to sleep.
An' when he'd eaten aal he cud
An' he had has he's fill,
He craaled away an' lapped his tail
Seven times roond Pensher Hill.
Chorus
The news of this most aaful duck
An' his queer gannins on
Seun crossed the seas, gat to the ears
Of brave an' bowld Sir Bill.
So hyem he cam an' catched the beast
An' cut 'im in three halves,
An' that seun stopped he's eatin' bairns,
An' sheep an' lambs and calves.
Chorus
So noo ye knaa hoo aall the folks
On byeth sides of the Wear
Lost lots o' sheep an' lots o' sleep
An' lived in mortal feor.
So let's hev one to brave Sir Bill
That kept the bairns frae harm
Saved coos an' calves by myekin' haalves
O' the famis Tsimi Duck
Chorus
Noo lads, Aa'll haad me gob,
That's aall Aa knaa aboot the story
Of Sir Bill's clivvor job
Wi' the aaful Tsimi Duck
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This product is meant for fun purposes only. Any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
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