by Winifred Mary Letts (1882 - 1972)

The bold unbiddable child
Language: English 
Now what is he after below in the street?
(God save us; he's terrible wild!)
Is it stirrin' the gutter around with his feet?
He'd best be aware when the two of us meet.
Come in out o' that, come in out o' that, come in,
You bold unbiddable child!

He's after upsetting the Widow Foy's pail -
She'll murder him yet, Widow Foy!
An' he's pulling the massachree dog by the tail;
By the hokey! that young one is born for the gaol.
Come in out o' that, come in out o' that, come in,
You rogue of a villainous boy!

Go tell him his mother is seeking a stick
For a boy that is terrible wild.
If he cares for his feelings he'd better be quick;
He'll draw in his horns when he sees me, will Mick.
Come in out o' that, come in out o' that, come in,
You bold unbiddable child.

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 155