Mon Like Thee

There's an owd chap lives down our street
In a cosy cottage greenhouse
And every Sunday morning when it's fine
Well I often goes and sits with him to have a smoke and chat
Because he is a dear owd friend of mine
And when it's getting dinner time and dinner's ready then
I think it must be time for me to go
But he goes and hangs me hat up
Reight behind the owd front door
And then to my surprise I hear him say

CHORUS
Ee I'm allus glad to see a mon like thee
Thet as welcome lad as welcome as can be
Fotch thi cheer reight up t'table
Stop as long as thow art able
Fer am allus glad to see a mon like thee

One day when I were set wi him
There came a loud rat tat
There came a loud rat tat on Jack's front door
He hurried oer to oppen it and there to his surprise
A hungry tattered beggar stood outside
He asked Jack fer a crust of bread
Jack looked him through and through
And then said bless thi heart lad come inside
And he went and hung tramps hat up
Reight behind the owd front door
And to the tramps surpise he heard Jack say

That beggar did not eat a bit
But down his pale face streaming
The tears were flowing like a shower of rain
He cried lad dust not know mi
Dust not know thi long lost brother
These fifty years again lad back again
I've only put these clothes on just mi lad to try thi
Fer I'm not poor but rich as honey dew
And thet welcome to it all lad
Thi wife and childther too
And that's because mi lad I've found thi true

When Jack he had lived long enough
There came his time to dee
So he booked upon the tram for his last ride
He paid reight up t'terminus
And then got off at sheds
He knocked upon the door and went inside
Well he stood with his cap in both his hands
And said I've come at last
Saint Peter said ey lad I see it's thee
An' he went and hung Jack's cap up
Reight behind the pearly gates
And then to Jack's surprise Saint Peter said