The Bowler's Wife.

Southland Times, Issue 14800, 17 November 1900, Page 1 (Supplement)

The Bowler's Wife.

Since oor Jims joined the bowling green, He canna rest ao nioht, He gibble-gabbles through his sleep Frae darkenin' till daylight. He'll start and fling his arms aboor, An' shout, 'Noo, there's a titoher,' Before the echo dees awa', •Confound it a', a ditcher.' •I have it ; oh 1 1 have it,' Neisb, he's trippin* np the green, An' kicks the claes aff ! ' Oh ! I have missed The jack, why, bless mi c'en !' He gabbles on, quite sohnle-bcard like, O' freehaun', backhaun', drawin' : I'd like to see his haun' leas free An' 'biassed' 'gainst the lawin'. An' juist a little less backhauu' When payday comes aboot, An' lea' the bools ac day a week Tae tak' a body oot. Their tournaments are juist humbug, To keep u« qaiet at hame, Wi' visions o' a braw new dress If Jims should win the game. But waur than a', he mumblin' elrap't — It's queer hoo things should slip aae — Something abo at 'Kissing Katie !' I'll kiss her— oh ! the gipsy. Bat I'll be slee and thole a wee, Till chance leadfl whaur she lingers, Then kaim the cubtie'a hair in style Wi' my ten yonkie fingers. An' if I'm spared anither year, As sure as comes September, The deil a bool oor Jims'll throw, Unless I'm made a tnembar.