Billy Oliver's Ramble
Between Benwell and Newcastle

Me nyem it's Billy Oliver,
Iv Benwell town aw dwell;
And aw's a cliverchep, aw's shure,
Tho' aw de say'd mysel.

Chorus-
Sic an a cliver chep am aw, am aw, am aw
Sic an a cliver chep am aw.

There's not a lad iv a' wur wark,
Can put or hew wi' me;
Nor not a lad iv Benwell toon,
Can coax the lasses se.

When aw gans tiv Newcassel toon,
Aw myeks mawsel se fine,
Wur neybors stand and stare at me,
And say, 'eh! what a shine!

And the aw walks wi' sic an air,
That, if the folks hev eyes,
They a' wis think it's sum greet man,
That's cum in i' disguise.

And when aw gans down Westgate-street,
An alang biv Denton-chare,
Aw whussels a' the way aw gans,
To myek the people stare.

And then aw gans intiv the Cock,
Ca's for a pint o' beer;
And when the lassie comes in wid,
Aw a' wis says, Maw dear!

And when aw gets a pint o' beer,
Aw a'wis sings a sang;
For aw've a nice yen aw can sing,
Six an' thorty vairses lang

And if the folks thats i' the house,
Cruy, Haud yor tongue, ye cull!
Aw's sure to hev a fight wi'them,
For aw's as strang as ony bull.

And when aw've had a fight or twee,
And fairly useless grown;
Aw back, as drunk as aw can be
To canny Benwell toon.

-In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.