THE DEETH 0' BOB CHAMBERS!

AIR-" Come into my Cabin, Red Robin."

l' THE gloom thor's aroond bonny Tyneside,
'Mang the greef that's se bad te contain,
When all honest hearts mourn for thor champien,
Wi' breests fill'd wi' sadness an' pain,
Aw'll sing i' the praise 0' Bob Chambers,
The manliest, the gamest, an' true.
He's alive i' the hearts ova' Tyneside,
Tho we've lost wor poor " Honest Bob" noo.

Fareweel te the days when Bob Chambers
Wes wor idol, wor pet, an' wor pride,
When he set the whole world at defiance-
Brave champein 0' canny Tyneside.
When aw think ov his'sowl-storrin races,
Aw can hardly believe that he's gyen
l' the prime ov his life;-hoo Deeth's hurried,
-But thor's LIFE still iv Honest Bob's nyem.

Fareweel te the canny Bob Chambers,
A man for his honesty famed;
Strite-forward, an' kind, noble-hearted,
Wor champein such qualities c1aim'd.
Ay, an' what's mair, we knaw he possess'd them;
Oh, then, hoo can we help but repine
For the hero that's gain'd wor affecshun,
Like this brave hardy son 0' the Tyne.

Fareweel te the world's finest champein;
An' defeated be Deeth tho ye be,
It cannot tyek ye frae wor hearts, lad;
An' yor form lang i' mem'ry we'll see.
We've been prood-ay, an' still wor prood 0' ye;
An' yor brave deeds for ivor 'ill shine
Throo the gloom thor's been myed wi' greet sorrow,
For the Champein an' Pride 0' the Tyne.

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