Come up to the Scratch
Or, the Pitman Haggish'd
Tune-Calder Fair
 

Now haud yor tongues 'bout Mollinox, or any o' the trade,
Ye ne'er could say that Kenton Ralph of e'er a chep was flay'd--
Yor langans and yor Springs may come to Kenton toon iv flocks,
Wor Ralph 'ill smatter a' their ribs, he is sae strang, begox!

Chorus-
Fal de ral, &c

Wiv Raply and Luke aw often yen neet for Sandgate on a spree,
And swore Newcassel dandy cheps to fight and myek them flee--
We gat into the Barley Mow wor thropples for to wet,
And sat and drank till fairly fu', alang wi' wood legg'd Bet

We gat up for 'twas gettin' lyet, and leaving Sandgate sue,
To Pandon went to hev a quairt before we left the toon;
Some Fawdon lads were in the Boar, carrying on the war,
Wi' Humpy dick and Black Scotch Peg a' singin' Slush Tom C-rr.

Then gannin hyem by Pligrim-street, some dandy for to catch,
Twe cheps, half drunk, cam up tiv us ,and said, Cum t' the scratch!
Here's Lukey kens that aw's a man, and scartin aw disdain,
but come and lick us if ye can--aw'll fight till aw be slain!

They cramm'd a haggish on each fist, or something very like,
then held them up close to wor fyece, and dar'd us for to strike:
But Lukey, clickin' upon his claes, cried Ralphy, lad, let's run!
Od smash yor luggish heed, how-way--becrike it's tommy D--n!

Poor Lukey ran, but Ralph was left, he couldn't get away,
The pelted him till Watchey cam and ended wor sad fray;
Then Ralphy suen fand Luke agyen; but such a seet begox!
His nose and fyece was thick o' blood--just like a Bubbly Jock's

Smash! how! dis thou ken Tommy D--n? said Ralphy in a hurry:
Aw seed him fightin' on the stage yen neet in Tom and Jurry
A grocer chep aw sat beside, tell'd me his nyem in turn,
Wi' Crib, and' Gas, an' a' the rest, and cliver Jemmy B--n

That neet we had a haggish fight, 'tween B--n and D--n sae fine--
Aw roar'd out, Aw'll lay on ony brass that Jim ower Tom will shine!
But, wiv his haggish, Tommy suen gav Jemmy such a peg.
He fell smack doon upon the stage --begox, he broke his leg!

The next time aw cum ti' the toon, if we fa' in togither,
we'll hav a jill nad drink success to B--n and d--n however:
Aw own that aw was fairly duen, an' smatter'd varry sair,
But ne'er for want o' haggishes shall Ralph be beaten mair.

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