Bellfast mountains (Peterhead)/The parsons fat wedder

Bellfast mountains (1820s)
The parsons fat wedder

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3273091Bellfast mountains — The parsons fat wedder1820s

The PARSONS FAT WEDDER

Martinmas is now come on,
and Chriſtmas is drawing near;
And we have nothing in the houſe,
for to make good Chriſtmas cheer.
The little we boy he's ſtanding by,
and hearing what his father did ſay,
Father, we'll kil the miniſter's wedder.

and we'll have mutton without delay.
The prieſt he has got a good fat wedder,
as ever was fed on corn or graſs;
I've got ſome crumbs of bread in my pocket
I'li wyle the wedder into the houſe.
We will put on the mucklę kettle,
and ſticks below't to make it boil:
And we will kill the minister's Wedder,
and well lave mutton without any toil.

The little wee boy goes to the wood,
and ay ſo merrily as he ſang:
My father has killed the miniſter's wedder,
I would not tell this to any man.
The miniſter being in the wood,
leaning his back againſt an oak;
If you'll ſing me that ſong in the church,
I'll give you a crown and a new coat.

The morrow it being Chriſtmas day,
the miniſter he muſt be there;
The people all flocked to the church,
juſt as they'd been going to a fair,
The miniſter's gone to the church,
the congregation for to view,
There'll be a boy here in a little,
will ſing a ſong, which will be true.

Tho little we boy came to the church,
and ay ſo merrily he ſang
I catch'd the prieſt in bed with my mother
I would not tell this to any man.
You are a liar ſay the prieſt,
as ſure in the pulpit I do ſtand,
I never was in bed with your mother,
nor yet ſo nigh as touch her hand.

Then you are a liar ſays the boy,
as ſures in the pulpit you do kneels:
I catched you in bed with my mother,
and your breeches hanging to your heel
The miniſter being quite a aſhamed,
the people gave a loud huzza:
Running like mad out of the church,
crying ſuch a prieſt we never ſaw.

But you would have laugh'd if you'd ſeen
how the little wee boy kept up the joke
Running out after the miniſter, crying,
give me my crown, and my new coat
The parſon hes quite out of the pariſh,
left him behind his church and wealth,
The boy and's mother fed on the wedder,
and every drank his health.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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