Subject: Blind Willy's Flight
From:
Conrad Bladey (Peasant- Inactive)
Date: 15 Jun 00 - 05:22 PM
Blind Willy's Flight.
Tune- Betsey Baker A whirlwind, of a serioius kind,
Did o'er Newcastle blow, sir,
Which gen'ral consternation spread
About a month ago, sir,
It caught Blind Willy in the street,
He mounted like a feather;
His friend's alarm'd cried out Alas!
Poor soul! he's gone for ever! Chorus-
Fal de ral, &c. But soon our Minstral gay was seen,
By thousands of the people,
In rapid flight, swift as the kite
Bound o'er Saint Nich'las steeple;
He pass'd the Shot Tower like a dart,
Turn'd round by Askew's Key, sir,
And down the Tyne he glided fine,
And bolted off to sea, sir. 'Tis said that he to London got,
But was forc'd back to Shields, sir,
And up to Swalwell, quick as thought,
Was carried o'er the fields, sir.
Round Axwell Park our roving spark
Was borne amidst the squall, sir,
And swiftly passing Elswick House,
Reach'd Cockolorum Hall, Sir. Thus tempest-toss'd to Blagdon cross'd,
And hail'd fam'd Heaton's Star, sir--
As far as Prestwick Car, sir.
Newcastle next he hovere'd o'er,
Quite calmly in the air, sir,
And landing at the Mansion House,
He din'd with Mr. Mayor Sir. R. Emery-In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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