" Juntlm- Sang." 



In reply to Jimmie Armstrang's sturdy sang. 



Oh, Armstrang, dear brother ! whatever can ye 



mean 



By askin' such questions aboot Walbottle Dene ? 

 For aw wander these roads when the Muses do 



move, 



Without e'erbein' sea-sick wi' meunshine or love; 

 And while aw love lasses, and lasses love me, 

 Aw'll sing of their praises in each bank and brae ; 

 And aw think it an honour to be often seen 

 In that famous old love depot, Walbottle Dene. 



And as for the f uddlin' that's nyem'din yer sang, 

 If that's yer idea yer a thousand miles wrang ; 

 For though aw 11 admit that aw like a quiet gill, 

 Aw ne'er liked yer f uddlin', and hope aw never 



win. 



Ony good social company aw'll j oin in their thrang , 

 And de me best to assist wiv a toast or a sang, 

 But for lyin* oot at neets, man, awVe ne'er yet 



been seen, 

 Not e'en in my favourite spot, Walbottle Dene. 



