That Christmas Puddin.

Ha weel aw remember that big Christmas puddin,     That puddin mooast famous ov all in a year;     When each lad at th' table mud stuff all he could in,     An ne'er have a word ov refusal to fear.     Ha its raand speckled face, craand wi' sprigs o' green holly     Seem'd sweeatin wi' juices ov currans an plums;     An its fat cheeks made ivvery one laff an feel jolly,     For it seem'd like a meetin ov long parted chums,     That big Christmas pudding, - That rich steamin puddin, -     That scrumptious plum puddin, mi mother had made.     Ther wor father an mother, - awr Hannah an Mary,     Uncle Tom an ont Nancy, an smart cussin Jim;     An Jim's sister Kitty, as sweet as a fairy, -     An Sam wi' his fiddle, - we couldn't spare him.     We'd rooast beef an mutton, a gooise full o' stuffin,     Boil'd turnips an taties, an moor o' sich kind;     An fooamin hooam brewed, - why, - aw think we'd enuff in,     To sail a big ship if we'd been soa inclined.     An then we'd that puddin - That thumpin big puddin -     That rich Christmas puddin, mi mother had made.     Sam sat next to Mary an Jim tuk awr Hannah,     An Kitty ov coorse had to sit next to me, -     An th' stuff wor sooin meltin away in a manner,     'At mi mother declared 't wor a pleasur to see.     They wor nowt could be mended, we sed when it ended,     An all seem'd as happy as happy could be;     An aw've nivver repented, for Kitty consented,     An shoo's still breet an bonny an a gooid wife to me.     An aw think o' that puddin, - That fateful plum puddin, -     That match makkin puddin mi mother had made.