Can anyone provide me with the full version of this poem my Grandma used to recite? I've tried many libraries & antiquarian bookshops. Bill Mitchell (previously editor of the Dalesman) does not know of it but at least he replied quickly to my email while Dr Kellett did not even reply to a letter enclosing a stamped addressed envelope.
Shy Tom Shy Tom he waur a bashful chap
Gay company he'd shun
And lassies oft at his expense
Had mony a bit of fun
But Tom waur noan so green
As he waur cabbage looking
He waur engineer by trade
He'd mak a rare good husband
Thought mony a winsome maid
If he nobbut wood come for'ard
It's a pity he's so shy
so they laughed at him in oppen
And made eyes at him on't sly
Now fair Lucy lass o Nancy's
She waur nicest lass in town
Her cheeks were red as roses
And her merry eyes were brown
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Now they'd all gone on a picnic
As far as Bolton woods
And they'd asked shy Tom to join them
As nobbut reet they should
And they laughed & joked
As young folks will do
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But Tom waur quick
And he grabbed her
While she cried out
Let me go
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Eh lass noan so!
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Binkie
