ALECK HOGARTH.
CHAMPEIN OF THE WEAR.

TEUN-" Aull sing ye a Tyneside Sang."

IN Sunderland let's sing,
What shud myek the whole hoose ring,
It's a sang that's sartin a' the lads te cheer,
For it gladdens ivry toon,
When thor natives gain renoon,
An' aw'll sing ov one that's deun se on the Wear.

Kurus

An' oh, me lads, it myeks me heart se glad,
Te sing ye a sang te please ye here,
Then, give a hearty cheer For the Champein of the Wear,
Ay, a hearty cheer for Aleck on the Wear.


Thor's not one that's pull'd an oa,
Iv his day, or yit before,
That wes better liked then Aleck Hogarth here,
For he's one amang the few,
That's been always game an' true,
An' strite forward, hes the Champein of the Wear.

Then he's foremost i' the brave,
When thor's ivor lives te save,
An' thor's mony a hoose this day'd been sad an' drear,
If it haddent been for him,
When for life an' deeth he'd swim,
An' the bravery he display'd upon the Wear:

He's a canny quiet man,
An' it's always been his plan,
As an honest one, te pull throo his career,
An' thor's nyen ye can select
That's disarvin mair respect
Than brave Aleck Hogarth, Champein of the Wear.

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