The Newcastle Lad;
Or, Newcastle is my Native Place
Tune-"An' sae will we yet."

Newcastle is my native place, where my mother sigh'd for me,
I was born in Rewcastle Chare, the center of the Kee;
There early life I sported, quite free from care and pain!
But alas! those days are past and gone, they'll never come again

No, they'll never come again, etc.

The sent me to the Jub'lee school, a scholar to make me,
Where Tommy Penn, my monitor, learnded me my A, B, C;
My master to correct me, often used his whip and cane,
But I can say with confidence, he'll never do't again.

No, he' never, etc.

I left the school and to a trade I went to serve my time;
The world with all its flattering charms before me seem'd to shine;
Then there was plenty cash astir, and scarce one did complain,
But ah! alas! those days are past, and ne'er will come again.

No, they'll never, etc.

Like othe youths I had a love to wander by my side,
And oft I whisper'd in her ear that she should be my bride;
And eb'ry time I kissed her lips, she cried " O fie, for shame!"
But with "Good-night," she always said, "Now mind you come again!"

No mind, etc.

At last to church I went away with Sally to be wed,
For thoughts of matrimony came, and troubled then my head.
The priest that tied the fatal know, I now can tell him plain,
If I was once more single he should never do't again.

He should never, etc.

Now, like another married man, I've with the world to fight,
But never mind, let friendship reign amongst us here to-night,
Then with a bumper in each hand let every heart exclaim,
Here's happy may we separate and happy meet again!

And happy meet, etc.


(This song, in all probability, a little of Nunn's own early life


Nunn.