Oh! Heh ye Seen Wor Jimmie?
Aa've lost that little son o' mine, Aa've hunted up an' doon,
Since ten o'clock this mornin' Aa've been aall aroond the toon.
Aa wonder where he's wander'd te, Aa wonder where he's gyen:
Aa wish Aa had me bonny bairn, Aye safe an' soond at hyem.
Oh! heh ye seen wor Jimmy? tell me ma canny hinney,
Oh tell us if ye've seen him or he'll surely drive me mad
Wi' the aaful life he leads me, he tries an' sairly grieves me;
Will onybody tell me if they've seen me little lad
Noo he nivvor cares for gan' te Skeul, he always plays the "Wag,"
An' smokes a farden clay pipe, wi' half an oonce o'shag,
The pest of aall the neybourhood, he thinks hissel' a man,
From morn til neet he gets into aall mischief that he can,
Oh! heh ye seen wor Jimmy? etc.
He pinches aall the marbles from the bairns aboot the street;
Ne mattor what Aa say te him, he'll not come in at neet,
He tears greet holes in aall his claes - he myeks ma poor heart ache,
There is ne doot, when he's aboot, wor Jimmy tyeks the cake
Oh! heh ye seen wor Jimmy? etc.
Harry Nelson.