The Newcastle Song Book Part 11

Aw says tiv a man, says aw, 'Sor, if ye please, Can ye tell us whe's deed?' an' he civilly says, 'Whe's deed aw divent knaw, but as far as aw reckin, It's the De'il or yen Pop that they hev i' thon coffin.'

Derry down, &c.

Aw met wor Pee Dee when aw gat tiv the jail, He says, 'Let's intiv the chorch, can ye clim o'er the rail?

For there's la.s.ses wi' fine Orange ribbins gaen in, An' that hatchet-fyec'd wife says they're gannin te sing.

Derry down, &c.

Aw says te the lad. 'Aw's be in iv a crack!'

But a cunstibbel says, 'Man! yor fyece is se black, That if ye gan in--it's the truth aw declare, Ye'll be taen for Au'd Nick, and they'll barry ye there.

Derry down, &c.

So aw see'd ne mair, but aw hard the folks say, That they'd c.u.m agyen on sum other day; So aw said tiv wor lad, 'Wey we've seen a grand seet, An' we'll drink aw their hilths agyen Setterday neet.'

Derry down, &c.

THE POLITICIANS.

Last Setterday, as we were gannin Frae Newca.s.sel, d.i.c.k Martin and I, We caw'd at the sign o' the Cannon, Because we byeth turn'd varry dry.

They were tauking o' reedin the papers, 'Bout Cobbett and his politics, How fine he exposes the capers Of Government's comical tricks.

He tauks o' the millions expenses Browt on us by gannin te war: But he maun be a man o' greet senses, Or he cuddent hae reckon'd sae far.

He tauks o' the National Debt, O' sinequeers, pensions, and such; Wey, aw think how wor Mally wad fret, If she'd awn just quarter as much.

Mister Government mun hae greet credit, Or he ne'er wad get intiv debt; But they tell yen he hez sike a spirit, Aw's fish that comes intiv his net, Says d.i.c.k, If aw wanted a s.h.i.+llin, Want, then, yor certain aw must; For, if yen was ever sae willin, Ye divent ken where to seek trust.

We expected that when it cam Peace, Wor sowgers and sailors reduc'd, Wor burdens they quickly wad cease, But, smas.h.!.+ man, we've been sair seduc'd.

Says d.i.c.ky, The taxes this year, Myeks yen cry, iv a rage, Devil hang them!

For the backey an' yell they're sae dear-- Wey, it's just a cologuin amang them.

Good folks! aw wad hev ye beware Of some that in Parliament sit; For they're not hauf sae good as they waur, Sin' that taistrel they caw'd Billy Pitt.

If ye 'loo them te de as they please, Believe me a'm shure, aye, an' sartin, They'll bring us syef doon te wor knees!

So ended byeth d.i.c.k and Jack Martin.

TILL THE TIDE CAME IN.

While strolling down sweet Sandgate-street, A man o' war's blade I chanc'd to meet; To the sign of the s.h.i.+p I haul'd him in, To drink a good gla.s.s till the tide came in.

Till the tide came in, &c.

I took in tow young Squinting Meg, Who well in the dance could shake her leg; My friend haul'd Oyster Mally in, And we jigg'd them about till the tide came in.

Till the tide came in, &c.

We bows'd away till the break of day, Then ask'd what shot we had to pay?

You've drank, said the host, nine pints of gin; So we paid him his due--now the tide was in.

Now the tide was in, &c.

THE SANDGATE La.s.sIE'S LAMENT.

They've prest my dear Johnny, Sae sprightly and bonny-- Alack! I shall ne'er mair de weel, O; The kidnapping squad Laid hold of my lad As he was unmooring the keel, O.

O my sweet laddie, My canny keel laddie, Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O; Had he staid on the Tyne, Ere now he'd been mine, But, oh! he's far ower the sea, O.

Should he fall by commotion, Or sink in the ocean, (May sic tidings ne'er come to the Kee, O!) I could ne'er mair be glad, For the loss of my lad Wad break my poor heart, and I'd dee, O.

O my sweet laddie, &c.

But should my dear tar Come safe from the war, What heart-bounding joy wad I feel, O!

To the Church we wad flee, And married be, And again he should row in his keel, O.

O my sweet laddie!

My canny keel laddie!

Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O!

Though far frae the Tyne, I still hope he'll be mine, And live happy as onie can be, O.

HYDROPHOBIE, OR THE SKIPPER & QUAKER.

As Skipper Carr and Markie Dunn, Were gannin, drunk, through Sandgate-- A dog bit Mark and off did run, But sair the poor sowl fand it; The Skipper in a voice se rough-- Aw warn'd, says he, its mad eneugh-- Howay and get some doctor's stuff, For fear of Hydrophobie!

Fal de ral, &c.

The doctor dress'd the wound se wide, And left poor Markie smartin-- Then, for a joke, tells Carr, aside, Mark wad gan mad for sartin:-- Noo, Skipper, mind, when in yor keel, Be sure that ye watch Markie weel, If he begins to bark and squeel, Depend it's Hydrophobie!

Fal de ral, &c.

For s.h.i.+elds, next day, they sail'd wi' coal, And teuk on board a Quaker, Who wish'd to go as far's Dent's Hole, To see a friend call'd Baker: The Skipper whisper'd in his ear-- Wor Markie will gan mad, aw fear!

He'll bite us a'--as sure's yor here, We'll get the Hydrophobie!

Fal de ral, &c.

Said Quack--I hope this can't be true, Nay, friend, thou art mistaken; We must not fear what man can do-- Yea! I will stand unshaken!

The Skipper, to complete the farce, Said, Maister Quaker, what's far wa.r.s.e, A b----g dog bit Markie's a--e, And browt on Hydrophobie!

Fal de ral, &c.

Now Markie overheard their talk, Thinks he, aw'll try the Quaker-- Makes P. D. to the huddock walk, Of fun to be partaker: To howl an' bark he wasn't slack, The Quaker ow'rboard in a crack, With the fat Skipper on his back, For fear of Hydrophobie!

Fal de ral, &c.

How P. D. laugh'd to see the two, Who to be sav'd, were striving-- Mark haul'd them out wi' much ado, And call'd them culls for diving:-- The Quaker suen was put on sh.o.r.e, For he was frighten'd verry sore-- The Skipper promis'd never more To mention Hydrophobie!

Fal de ral, &c.