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FIREMAN DO YOUR DUTY
^^ Great Fire of 6 Oct 1854 - started in Gateshead and caused an explosion
(Canny Newcastle - Tape) Johnny Handel

It was a fearful crash - and buildings they went smash!
'Twas never so before.
The hearts of auld lang syne - caught down on coalie Tyne,
Laying waste the desolate shore.
And oh it was a fearful sight - and many a home was lost that night,
A distressing visitation - brought ruin and desolation.
And as amidst the flames they heard - Mossy Seabus' thunderous cry,
Oh fireman do your duty,oh Fireman do your duty!

For lo the flames Vesuvious that spread o'er land and sea,
Laying desolate waste the spot where once had been Newcastle Quay.

Hurrying to and fro countless thousands might be seen,
Imagine at the hairsbreadth escapes from where danger just had been.
The soldiers in solemn silence guarded the dangerous way,
As Firemen willingly pointed hoses to where our Gertie dwelt but yesterday.
The populace rushed forth - indifferently clad in day or night attire,
Like maniacs with maddened brains - rushing from death's devouring fire.
But first!

Oh Fireman do your duty, oh Fireman do your duty!
For lo the flames Vesuvious that spread o'er land and sea,
Laying desolate waste the spot where once had been Newcastle Quay.

Now many serio/comic scenes were enacted - there where poor people did dwell,
As goods and chattels from mysterious cribs - came tumbling downpell mell.
I saw one poor devil maybe just getting up - and trembling all over with dread,
Hop very quickly to one side - as a keel pot, a washbasin and a yetlin fell down on top of his head.
It was fearful to see the poor old wives - standing outside their rooms,
Bending over to pick up their bits of things - exposing life and heirlooms.
And again!

Oh Fireman do your duty, oh Fireman do your duty!
For lo the flames Vesuvious that spread o'er land and sea,
Laying desolate waste the spot where once had been Newcastle Quay.

Holly Hinnie threw a bed out of the window - but never mind the fall,
Siezed hold of Ned's Sunday breeches that he bought last Saturday - but never wore at all.
No way you would ever think -
That decent folk go to bed everyday at about ten o'clock at night should suddenly wake up and find themselves so close upon death's brink!
And yet again!

Oh Fireman do your duty, oh Fireman do your duty!
For lo the flames Vesuvious that spread o'er land and sea,
Laying desolate waste the spot where once had been Newcastle Quay.

Holly Hinnie rushing the crowd to see - for the smoke is getting dense,
And looking for Jimmy Mark - for the little laddie has no sense.
But there's a crowd of men down there - Oh Mister, I'll claim your attention,
Have you seen my darling little son - and what he's like I'll gladly mention?
Once more!

Oh Fireman do your duty, oh Fireman do your duty!
For lo the flames Vesuvious that spread o'er land and sea,
Laying desolate waste the spot where once had been Newcastle Quay.

He's no scholar bless the laddie - but he beats them all when he smokes and chews,
He's very partial to military movements of all kinds - but in particular Sandgate Rows!
He's got his militia clothes on - and you'd know him in a crack,
Besides some stripes for good behaviour - but the Sergeant had to put them on his back!
His appearance commands respect - have you not seen him going by?
And his noble countenance is further enhanced - by the appearance of a single big black eye!
Last Time!

Oh Fireman do your duty, oh Fireman do your duty!
For lo the flames Vesuvious that spread o'er land and sea,
Laying desolate waste the spot where once had been Newcastle Quay.
03/09/02