Dowdie Streets of Jarrow There is a tale you'll hear about a tale of grief and sorrow About a girl from Felling square who was courting strong in Jarrow Oh father dear, oh father dear oh let me wed tomorrow 'Cos one fine night I won't say no to my Teddy Boy from Jarrow Oh daughter dear, oh daughter dear why can't you find another Or you'll end up a right old tart as did your dear old mother The father sought her brother out in The Wheatsheaf he was boozing Saying how dare you just sit there pissed while your sister we are loosing The brother called hid gang to him and said that on the morrow That they would get that Teddy Boy on the dowdy streets of Jarrow The boy he walked up through the close where the streets are dark and narrow He there espied nine Felling lads come to do him in in Jarrow He wrapped his belt around his fist but they beat him to a shadow And there he lay all broke and torn on the dowdy streets of Jarrow He called his lady unto him to ease his grief and sorrow But she's found another at the Drill Hall dance while lies dead in Jarrow.
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