The Sunderland Trip!

TEUN-" Me Blue-Ey'd Sal 0' the Bull Ring."

WOR Peg an' me myed up wor minds te hey a trip one day,
So on board ov a boat for Sunderland doon the wetter we myed wor way;
But, oh! when we got oot te sea, poor Peg began te thraw!
An' te see the tears rowlin doon her cheeks wad melted a heart 0' snaw !

Chant.
Says she, "Marcy me, Joe, awfeel varry bad, is Sunderland varry far noo?
Aw nivor imadgind the boat wad hike se, an' the spray's myed us nearly wet throo;
Aw wish we war there, or at Tinmuth, or Sheels, as lang as we get on dry land,
For aw think aw'll fall ower the boat when aw sit, an' aw cannit for all the world stand."

Korus.
An' ay, but Peggy's a cawshun, a cawshun ye'll agree,
An' aw'l! nivor forget that Sunderland trip,
When Peggy went there wi' me.

Teun.
At last we byeth got safe on land, an Peggy's claes myed dry,
Be the kitchin fire iv a public-hoose she stud heevin many a sigh;
Aw ordered halfs 0' brandy het,-says she, "Aw still feel queer,
What a pity, Joe, that the brandy's not the syem price as Mackey's beer."

Chant.
So aw thowt,-then we set off te see Charley Watson, a frind 0' both Peggy's an' mine,
There aw saw she was myekin the bitter beer flee, so aw thowt that aw'd better drink wine
Te keep me-sel stiddy, te tyek care 0' Peg, for the truth on't whenivor she's full
She'll kick up such a rowan' she'll lead such a tung that the {oaks set her doon as a feul !

Korus

Teun,
Then airm an' airm wi' Peg aw went up High Street, blithe an' gay,
The foaks a' stopt, an' they stared at Peg, for she's one ye'Il not see ivry day;
When i' the Park amang the fiooers, says she, "Man, here it's grand,
An' hivvin 'ill surely be like this,-if they'll tyek in the bobby's band."

Chant.
Then eftor we'd been a full oor i' the park, i' Bridge Street we myed a full stop,
For Peggy declared for the gud ov her hilth she wad just hey anuther "wee drop."
When i' High Street agyen, iv a whisper says she, "Aw take notis 0' foaks as they pass us,
An' aw really believe, lad, i' this bonny toon that the poplation's nearly a' lasses l"

Korus

Teun.
Then higher up the toon wewent an' myed a real gud tea,
"It's nearly as gud as aw myek me-sel," says Peg wiv a wink te me;
The lanlady she luckt amazed, but her smiles turn'd tiv a froon
When Peg proposed te stand on her heed an' sing the "cure," upside doon !

Chant.
Then we set off agyen for a walk roond the toon, as we'd myed up wor minds for the train,
For Peggy wad nivor gyen back i' the boat, besides she wes meant for a drain;
Seclosete the stayshun, i' Leetheed's at last, she astonish'd the foaks i' the bar
"Vi' tossin a chep for the glasses a' roand,-ay, an' smokin a crackin segar.

Korus.


-Source: Joe Wilson,(author) Songs and Drolleries, 1890.