The Flower o' Tyneside.

Teun-"She's Black."

Me sweetheart's as smart a young lass as ye'll see,
She's kind an' she's bonny, an' truthful te me;
She's canny, she's hyemly, just myed for me bride,
A sweet flower that blooms on the Banks o' Tyneside

Her fethur an' muther 'ill miss her that day,
When prod o' me trissure aw'll tyek her away;
When te maw care an' keeping they fondly confide
The sweet flower that blooms on the Banks o' Tyneside.

This luv myeks a poor fellow selfish, aw fear,
But aw'll not separate them, aw'll tyek a hoose near;
As thor bairns an' thor neybors beside them we'll bide,
Then they'll not miss se much the sweet Flower o' Tyneside.

Aw'm stiddy at wark, an' we'll seun myek't complete,
Thor'll not be a hoose furnish'd lik't I' the street;
Aw wish twes a palace aw had for me bride,
She'd be queen o' them a', wad the Flower o' Tyneside.

At ony rate she'll myek't a palace for me,
Her true, faithful subject an' consort aw'll be;
Aw'll honour me mistress wi' luv an' wi' pride,
An' cherish that flower on the Banks o' Tyneside.

-Joe Wilson