From A Collection of Songs, Comic and Satirical, Chiefly in the Newcastle Dialect... by Thompson, Shield, Midford, and others (Newcastle upon Tyne: J. Marshall, 1819), page 61:


TILL THE TIDE COMES IN.

While strolling down sweet Sandgate street,
A man o' war's blade I chanc'd to meet;
To the sign of the Ship I haul'd him in,
To drink a good glass, till the tide came in.
    Till the tide came in, &c.

I took in tow young Squinting Meg,
Who well in the dance could shake her leg:
My friend haul'd Oyster Mally in,
And we jigg'd them about till the tide came in.
    Till the tide came in, &c.

We bows'd away, till the break of day,
Then ask'd what shot we had to pay?
You've drank, said the host, nine pints of gin;
So we paid him his due?now the tide was in.
    Now the tide was in, &c.