She's Gyen Te Place At Jarrow

                      Music Composed by Thomas H. Wilson (a nyemsake O' wors),of Newcassel-upon Tyne.

                      A lad wes nivor myed te be without a lass,
                      Or a canny lass te be withoot a lad!
                      The sweetest time o' life's when yor luckin for a wife,
                      But sumtimes, --sumtimes it's nowt but varry sad;
                      Aw wes jolly as cud be, care nivor dwelt wi' me,
                      An' me life wes like a bright sun-shiney day,
                      But noo, it's dull an' dark, an' aw's not up te the mark,
                      Since maw bloomin Bella Johnson went away.

                      Korus
                      Oh! she's gyen te place at Jarrow,
                      An' aw'll nivor find her marrow,
                      Aw wunder what myed Bella gan away?

                      Aw wes singin like a lark ivry day aw went te wark,
                      Like sum bonny fairy dream time quickly flew,
                      The neybors used to say thor wes nyen se blithe as me,
                      An' depend upon't aw'll guarantee 'twes true:
                      But noo, maw cannhy hinnnies, a day's just like a week,
                      An' de what aw will, aw cannet help but fret,
                      For iv yor once i' luv, mind, aw mean for fairs i' luv,
                      The syem lass ye've luv'd, yue cannet weel forget!

                      Aw wad sit beside the fire, an' spin the aud foaks yarns,
                      For they byeth appear'd te think a vast o' me;
                      An' when aw teuk be Bella roond the Market, for a walk,
                      An hoor like the shortest minnit used to flee,
                      But noo it's nowt like then, for aw's not like what aw was,
                      An' aw cannet weel gie vent te what aw'd say,
                      For aw;s se sair confoondid, wi' trubbil aw's surroondid,
                      Oh, aw wunder what myed Bella gan away?

                      That neet we said "gud-bye," a sad tear fill'd Bella's eye,
                      Just as if she'd say-Aw'd rethor stop at hyem!
                      An'aw dinnet think she'd gyen, a frind o' her's tell'd me,
                      If aw'd only gien a hint te change her nyem;
                      But as seun as she cums back, aw'll get me Uncle Jack
                      Te pop the question for us-like a man,
                      But if she dissent cum, O, the thowt on't strikes us dumb,
                      Aw'll send him doon on Sunday-if he''ll gan!

                      -Joe Wilson